It appears Republicans in the House Oversight Committee decided to besmirch Mr. Cohen’s credibility rather than countering his claims. That’s an ad hominem attack and is usually considered the last resort of someone who doesn’t have a factual basis for his argument. It wouldn’t be so bad if they hadn’t adopted tactics more suited to a Middle School student by posting a sign in the hearing room with Mr. Cohen’s picture and the words, “Liar, liar, pants on fire.”
Where is that from? Fifth grade, perhaps? I recall being ten years old in fifth grade and think I was probably a little more mature than that, even then.
It’s bad enough we have a president who seems to present the mental age, mentality, vocabulary, and diction of a Middle School bully with early-onset senility. It’s not surprising Republicans in Congress would mimic the president. The have tied their wagons (Little Red Wagons, I suspect given their seeming mental age) to Trump. They no longer display any ability to use critical thinking and logic to challenge him. This has eroded any credibility they might have once had as representatives of their constituents. They seem to be ruled by fear rather than fortitude, by an idiot rather than integrity, by madness rather than moral fiber. My conclusion is they are depending on the Rebellious and Righteous Right to draw them back into office in 2020.
We are a sick society.
References: Atlanta Journal Constitution e-paper, front page, 2019-02-28
I'm a one-percenter!
Not the kind you may think, the one percent of the population that controls (owns) 90% or more of the wealth of the world, but a one-percenter, none the less.
You see, I overpaid my quarterly income tax estimates last year. Not my fault. The quarterly amount was calculated by my tax software before Trump’s so-called tax cut. I am now due a federal refund.
In reality, what I did was lend the government, interest-free, some $450, by overpaying the estimated tax.
$450 isn’t quite one percent of my income. Actually, it’s a bit less. But this puts me in the upper percentile of the upper percentile.
You needn’t worry. I don’t plan to contribute to inflation by overspending my windfall, although I was lusting in my heart for a new Gulfstream. And the yacht does need replacing. It is, after all, nearly a year old.
Nor do I plan to ignore my friends among the hoi polloi when I pass you in the street. It’s just that the smoked windows of my Lamborghini Miura SV (completely restored) make it hard to see you.
For those of you who find it difficult to make your paycheck last from week to week, and those Federal Employees who missed a couple of paychecks (and who may miss more), in the words of an unknown “great princess” (but not, likely, Queen Marie Antoinette), “eat brioche.” Just kidding.
References: “Let them eat cake,” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Let_them_eat_cake
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