This impeachment is an exercise in performance art. It is theater of the absurd: with all the drama, casting, innuendo, stage signals, deception and illusions of reality.
Actually, I only wish it was a satire and then it would be a spectacular performance. You have the king’s white-robed judge ruling all ceremonies, functioning to dictate over and silence any mitigating evidence or questions.
There is no patience for truth and context but only the dramatic effects. The whistleblower who started it all shall not be discussed, contrary to the opening scene of outrage. He shall never be named.
We shall not speak of the origination of the script where it all began. The plot is a mystery, but do play along as lead characters develop endless possibilities out of thin air, on a moment’s notice. Pay no attention to leading questions meant to deceive the audience.
But the real irony, which becomes clear midway, is that by Act II you the audience are the real victims with no way out. Meanwhile, all along, other narratives are being developed behind the curtain out of sight of the defenseless audience — who only want it to end.
The “I” word that never could be mentioned under the last administration is at the center in every conversation about this one. However, the audience itself is the culprit, victim, villain and the number one target in the plot who must be dealt with.
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