OKAY, so we did not get to convict President Trump after his second impeachment. I blame the Republicans in the Senate for that and I suspect they have already started rotting in hell. I hope this action plagues them after dark, in their dreams and in any lonely hallway in the Congress where they happen to walk by themselves, places where you can hear voices, if you know what I mean about the capitol. You can still hear Lincoln in there if you wait long enough and quietly enough, so I suspect in time you will be able to hear the whole lot of them, all of the House Impeachment managers, who delivered an eloquent and compelling case against Donald Trump, and maybe even all the Republican Senators who turned their backs on the nation and voted their own self-interests.
This was an event that spoke to everyone about where true power resides in Congress. It’s not where you think, not with the majority in the Senate. The impeachment managers delivered their cases with such power, such eloquence, that they have created a word image that will never fade, backed up by a series of clips that show exactly who did what, when and where. The prosecution created a record for the ages. No one will ever be able to speak fondly of Lindsey Graham again, and that is too bad because he had such a great reputation going into the sucking cesspool of President Trump’s coterie.
Mitch McConnell can spend the rest of his days claiming it was all about the unconstitutional nature of trying to impeach a man who has already left office. Okay, if that is what you have to believe to keep your supper off the floor a night, go ahead with that. Convince yourself that is true and perhaps you can be rolled into a quiet sunset and then into retirement. Can’t come soon enough.
And what of Trump?
Well, the Senate blew its chance to make certain he never runs for federal office again.
I don’t think that matters.
The record of this impeachment will hang over him like the sword of Damocles, an ever present reminder of the true nature of power and public office. It’s hanging by a horse hair and it would take not even a wisp of wind to make it coming plummeting down.
I suspect it will be there for the rest of his life. Should he decide to run again, his enemies need reach only back to the internet and present the record of what he did and what that led to.
The sword doesn’t have to fall, of course, just dangle right above him. An eternal reminder of what the man did, a discomfort, to be sure, every bit as strong as a conviction in the Senate.