Dear America,
Years ago there was a prominent movie called "Mississippi Burning" about the FBI investigation of the murders of three young voters' rights workers--Goodman, Schwerner and Chaney--just outside Philadelphia, Mississippi. In the film, the agents used many different tactics to induce the murderers to incriminate themselves, but among them was a meeting that the agents set up at a church while pretending to be other members of the suspect group. Once the men inside realized that they had been set up, they scrambled out of the church, or so it is depicted in the film, got in their cars and sped away while the FBI agents watched from under cover. At that point, one agent says to another, "the rattle snakes are starting to bite each other."
I recount that story because of what the agent says it represents: rattle snakes biting each other. Yesterday, the existence of some emails from members of the White House administration to others both inside and outside of the White House was disclosed to the public. They're from time periods as specific to the withholding of military aid from Ukraine as 91 minutes after Trump's call with President Zelensky of Ukraine. There were others from before and after the call, but they all point to the participation of some administration insiders in the scheme with inculpatory particulars of what they were doing and hints as to why. More people are being drawn into the ambit of the impeachment process as potential witnesses, which means that someone will eventually spill the details all over. Then others will serially be forced to admit what was done, who said what and why or face perjury charges if they lie, knowing full well that they will be caught because others will scramble to stay above the impeachment fray. The evidence will pile up, and sooner or later, the one big liar who inspired the plot will be revealed. Who knows, it might be Mick Mulvaney and not Donald Trump, but if I were you, America, I wouldn't bet the democracy on it.
So here we are, just months after the "whistle blower" complaint hit the airwaves and the whole scheme is unraveling. Culprits will be named and perhaps even convicted of one thing or another. But even if not, Republicans, especially any who feel compelled to vote against conviction of Trump in The Senate if there's a trial, will have a lot of explaining to do between then and next November.
My bet for conspirer-in-chief is on Trump himself, and so is that of every Democrat in Washington and those of most of us out here as well. And it seems imminent that the evidence will be piled so high that even Trump can't make a credible argument to support his more and more palpable lies about what he did and why...why his call with Zelensky was anything but "perfect." At some point, Trump himself may face a kind of jeopardy that is familiar to all of us who watched Richard Nixon get on a helicopter on the White House lawn, flashing the infamous Nixon broad smile of denial and a victory sign fashioned out of each of his soft, white hands. Nixon wanted to live his lies until the very end, and he did. He never had to admit anything because he received a criminal pardon from his vice-president emeritus, Gerald Ford, before he could be questioned in a criminal investigation. And I suspect that if Trump has sense enough to board that same helicopter under the same circumstances--that is with lies in his teeth that will spill out all over if he so much as opens his mouth...the parallels are striking--he'll take the same tack under advice of counsel. When they're about to pounce on you, the thing to do is run away, not climb a tree, that is, say nothing; don't wait to be questioned.
Right from the start, it has seemed unlikely that the impeachment process would succeed in the end. But the likelihood has changed dramatically, and breathtakingly rapidly, over the past week or so since the bill of impeachment passed in The House. Trump now knows that his tracks have been uncovered and all that remains is for his pursuers to follow them. It's going to be interesting. Our blustering president is about to get very quiet, I suspect. Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukah.
Your friend,
Mike