By David Glenn Cox
It’s been interesting watching Steve Bannon backed into a corner. He’s the courthouse steps attorney, a regular concrete Clarence Darrow. But once inside the building, he becomes a monastic penitent. An artist rendering show’s Steve wearing a mask in court because obviously, he’s worried about the Corona virus. Now in court Steve wears a mask. He’s frail and in a high-risk group. (Those facing prison time.)
Back out on the steps, he rails like a country preacher getting worked up about carnal sin. “Let them come down and face me in person!” Then he proceeds to name the top Democrats on the committee each with clever nick name, because Steve wants you to know he’s serious! Gas lighting 101, accuse your opponent of what you yourself are doing.
Yeah, why won’t the top Democrats face Steve? We’ll it was all arranged; Steve was to show up and testify before the committee. Steve had his chance to face down his accuser’s eyeball to eyeball. And they would have gladly televised it or made it otherwise available to the public.
But Steve pulled the chicken switch and ran away. He decided to play the null hand of “I don’t have to and you can’t make me,” and now, time is running out. They can’t make you talk, but they can make you uncomfortable, and for years if necessary.
But the times they are a changing. Steve’s brave banter at the height of the Twump lie hoopla made him a Reich wing media darling. Big Brave Steve was standing up to defend Twump and the big lie. But the committees work is almost done and done so well. So that Steve begins to take on his true appearance. He appears smaller now and his voice has a nervous inflection to it. What was once viewed as defiance now comes across as a loyal Mafioso, who won’t give up his guilty boss.
Now, Steve had every right to march straight into the committee sit backwards in the chair, chew his fingernails and give em both barrels. He could take the 5th Amendment to every question and contemptuously berate the committee at every opportunity. He could have done all that. He could have done everything that he said that he wanted to do out on the courthouse steps, without facing prison time.
The bankruptcy of Steve’s case illustrates how far we have traveled. His hot air balloon is losing altitude and headed for a cold hard landing in Federal prison. Steve’s patent medicine sermons about the deep state and about the crooked political courts plays well on Newsmax but in the judge’s chambers, not so much.
You might say that Steve is buying himself time. The tough guy is becoming the scared little fat man. “Don’t let them Coppers break you Rocky, take it like a man! Show em, you ain’t a scared of a few years in prison!”
Do you know what Donald Twump did this week? Attention soldiers and sailors all over the earth and ships at sea. Twumpy in a delusional haze telephoned the Wisconsin Assembly Speaker asking him, yet again, to overturn to 2020 election. In its ever-continuing war on Democracy, the Wisconsin Republicans had argued against voter drop boxes and the state’s extreme court had agreed to limit them.
Twumpy interpreted that to mean that all those votes from all those drop boxes in 2020 were retroactively void and Twumpy wins! (Who thinks like that?) “It’s Twump on line one, he wants you to overturn the election again.” Tell him, I’ll call him back next week. “But that’s what you told him last week.” And that’s what I’ll tell him again next week too!
How desperate and out of touch (Dare I say delusional?) do you have to be to call someone nearly two years after the fact and ask them to overturn an election for you? Believing A. – that they could overturn it if you asked them and B. – that they would overturn it if you asked. Are you, my Mommy? Look, if you’re not busy doing anything, could you please overturn the election results for me?
Let’s not forget that while Twumpy was busy calling the Wisconsin Speaker, the case against him in Georgia continues unabated. “In a case, where Twump is accused of calling the Georgia Governor and asking him to similarly find Twump votes and overturn the election and Twumpy wins!”
Republicans are losing their minds trying to avoid testifying, because this one is so easy. Twumpy flat out asked for votes and that’s a crime. That’s why they scurry so to get out of the way. Twumpy is guilty and if they associate with Twumpy they might get sucked into that whirling conspiracy vortex.
Round and round she goes, where she stops nobody knows. Gee, those fake electors have been notified that they are no longer considered just witnesses, but are now considered persons of interest and subject to prosecution.
Lindsey Graham and Rudy Giuliani need only answer one question in Georgia. When they made those telephone calls advocating for voter fraud and treason. Was it their idea alone or were they asking for someone in particular?
Twump like Bannon is getting smaller, like a shriveled helium balloon resting in the corner. A 1957 Oldsmobile passed its sell date in 1959. A Twump rally was cancelled after the venue operator backed out fearing damage to their facilities. You invite a bunch of low life’s, treasonist’s and White Supremacists and there could be trouble.
And there could be trouble because it is all starting to melt away. The happy times are over. And the only energy they have left to run on, is the nervous energy of the accused. The energy of the dead enders.
Steve Bannon threatens to get Medieval in court. Oh, I bet that’s really got that judge nervous now. “The defendant will now rise for sentencing.”
“Oh, the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they’ll jerk from their beds and think they’re dreamin’
But they’ll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it’s for real
The hour when the ship comes in
Then they’ll raise their hands
Sayin’ we’ll meet all your demands
But we’ll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh’s tribe
They’ll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they’ll be conquered
– Bob Dylan