Michael Cohen's Suit

... spoke with other suits today. It was something to behold. Or not.

I was at a Denny's in Chula Vista this morning, talking Jesus stuff with other Catholics. Apparently catering to people who can't live even 10 minutes of their days without the TV on, the place has big screen TVs everywhere. On weekday mornings, they're tuned to news shows because ... well, because the staff can't think of anything better for us to watch.

Today, ABC was running Michael Cohen's testimony from start to finish. The sound was off, but there were helpful subtitles so I could read what he was saying. Where I was sitting, it was impossible not to see it.

As I understand it, Cohen's testimony told us that Donald Trump was a crude, volatile blowhard. The Democrats on the committee, also in suits and no doubt with degrees from schools even better than Cohen's Western Michigan University, wanted to know if he was as crude a blowhard as they'd heard. Mike helpfully illustrated the crudity and blowhardiness. I didn't stay long enough to see what the suited and credentialed Republicans had to say, but it's safe to assume it was a robust defense of blowhardism.

Meanwhile, the president is negotiating a ground-breaking nuclear disarmament deal with the previously psychotic North Korean regime.

Oh, and India and Pakistan, both nuclear powers, are trading live fire on their border.

Meanwhile, our news thinks I want to see a bunch of Ivy League weasels in suits testify at each other. I felt like I was watching a particularly nasty, verbal catfight in the cheerleader's locker room of an upscale, private high school.

It's worth noting that this set of blowhardish accusations against Trump are piled ontop of a mountain of previous accusations, a mountain so high that the top is no longer visible to us Normals what are walking around it as we go about our meaningless daily lives.

Not as important as Michael Cohen.