I found myself unable to watch the Congressional dog and pony show yesterday, not because of prior commitments, but due to my own low threshold for bullshit and bravado. I'm rarely so desperate for entertainment that live Congressional hearings warrant my time. After all, there are kittens and puppies on the internet, and every now and then it's possible to find naked people cavorting around in high-def films. (I watch those from time to time because I love bad jazz, and believe it's important to stay up to speed when sex is depicted. For brevity's sake, let's just call them "training films"...)
But I did hear bits and pieces from the hearings on the news, after the fact. Apparently, asshats from the GOP took turns trying to get their little digs in at Secretary of State Clinton so that they might be included on Faux News' reports. Normal people aren't that irrationally disagreeable unless television cameras are present. Democrats on the committee took turns kissing up to the woman who will probably win the next Party primary for President in 2016, and by all accounts it was a disgusting thing to watch.
Good cop/Bad cop. That's what it reminds me of. Everyone with an agenda, and no one with a clue.
Rush Limbaugh was apoplectic on his radio show following the morning's events. Of course, it's Rush's particular cross to bear that he has to foam at the mouth whenever Hillary or Bill Clinton are in the news. He's almost Pavlovian with his responses. If either of them speaks, Rush begins to drool and sputter. Someone should toss him a piece of bacon whenever his conditioned response varies from the usual script.
A Senator Johnson from Wisconsin pressed Hillary about the timeline of statements released by the administration as the tragedy at a U.S. consulate in Benghazi, Libya was overrun by a violent mob. Hillary also heard from Senator Rand Paul of Kentucky, who told her he would have relieved her of her duties in light of the failure of the administration to protect those inside the consulate. There were a lot of hateful things said, and at one point Hillary seemed to lose her patience long enough to ask, "What difference, at this point, does it make?"
And therein lies the single most important statement of the day, according to all accounts.
Why does any of this manufactured outrage matter to anyone today?
Personally, I don't care of Beyonce lip-synced the Star Spangled Banner or not.
And I don't care of Manti Te'o made up some nookie he never actually got.
And it doesn't bother me one whit that Lance Fucking Armstrong confessed.
More American military vets will take their own lives between now and the end of the day than died at the hands of a mob in Benghazi. That ought to offend the living shit out of all of us, each and every one.
But we'd rather look away than face that sad fact.
After all, there are kittens and puppies and naked people to watch!
I'm outta here...