....Donald Trump
Sure, sure, the big story is how big donor turned EU Ambassador Gordon Sondland fingered Donald Trump as the brains behind Rudy G's quid pro quo bribery babble.
But.
One of the things I also found interesting is Sondland's explanation for why it took him three tries before he saw the light and came clean.
The following is from his prepared opening statement before the US'ian Congressional Intelligence Committee Wednesday morning:
...I have not had access to all of my phone records, State Department emails, and other State Department documents. And I was told I could not work with my EU Staff to pull together the relevant files. Having access to the State Department materials would have been very helpful to me in trying to reconstruct with whom I spoke and met, when, and what was said.
As Ambassador, I have had hundreds of meetings and calls with individuals. But I am not a note taker, nor am I a memo writer. Never have been. My job requires speaking with heads of state and senior government officials every day. Talking with foreign leaders might be memorable to some people. But this is my job. I do it all the time.
My lawyers and I have made multiple requests to the State Department and the White House for these materials. Yet, these materials were not provided to me. They have also refused to share these materials with this Committee. These documents are not classified and, in fairness, should have been made available. In the absence of these materials, my memory has not been perfect. And I have no doubt that a more fair, open, and orderly process of allowing me to read the State Department records would have made this process more transparent...
Gosh.
It would appear that hell hath no fury like a capo scorned.
Or, put another way...
Did the good Mr. Sondland just toss another potential obstruction count into the presidential golf cart?
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1 comment:
Boy!—it’s so true: hell hath no fury like a capo scorned.
I serendipitously discovered a neat guitar trick when, putting my capo on the second fret to brighten up the guit-box’s sound for a certain number, I accidentally didn’t quite cover all the strings, leaving the high-E open. And it’s really fun to play some songs like this. So, by double-serendipity, I guess, when later I tried to put the capo on the same way, I accidentally left TWO strings open, the high-E, again, and the B-string too (just call me ‘Butterfingers’!) and, guess what!—it sounds really cool too! Just a fun way to play certain tunes.
So I thought, hey, let’s try leaving THREE strings open (just call me ‘Don’t-know-when-to-quit’—or, more appropriate to the guitar, perhaps ‘A-bridge-too-far’...)...
...and the damn thing popped off like a catapult the very first strum and nearly took out my eye!
So true, hell hath no fury like a capo scorned—or at least shorted. I know. Too good!
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