In case you haven’t noticed, this whole Trump-Russia debacle is turning into one of the most ridiculous charades in the history of ridiculous charades.
No longer is this a question of establishing enough coincidences to render those coincidences, well, to render them not coincidental, it’s now gotten to the point where there’s almost too much proof. That is, this is one of those rare cases where the sheer amount of incriminating evidence has accidentally created its own smoke screen.
He’s so guilty that we can’t even decide where we need to focus. It’s like the O.J. Simpson trial all over again.
And if we’re not careful, we’ll end up getting the same outcome.
We’ve got all the pieces to the puzzle, but there are so many of them that eventually, the public, in a desperate attempt to latch onto something it can wrap its head around, will fall for the old Johnnie Cochran glove trick. “Can’t wrap your head around how obviously terrible this all is? No problem. ‘If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit.'”
America needs to be really careful not to fall victim to information overload here.
More evidence = even more guilty. Period.
We can’t lose sight of that in the fog of partisan war. Put differently, we can’t get so fed up with the pace of the news cycle that mental fatigue causes us to gravitate towards some sleight of (black-gloved) hand promising a false sense of closure.
Because if we do, we’ll look up a few years from now and find Donald Trump and O.J. Simpson together on the golf course – where whoever hacked the DNC is hiding with whoever murdered Nicole Brown.
