When You Strike at a King...

"When you strike at a king, you must kill him."

That remark was made by Emerson to young punk Oliver Wendell Holmes in respect of an article the young fellow had written attacking Plato.

But what about Donald Trump?

Did the swampies think about that when they launched the Holy Office of the Inquisition, Robert Mueller, Grand Inquisitor, on President Trump? I don't think so. I think that the whole Russia Collusion narrative was a weak and feeble attempt to cover up the use of the US intelligence community's powers of surveillance to spy on the Trump campaign.

Because, like, that's illegal, like, whatever.

As they say: "What did the president know, and when did he know it." Obama, that is.

The thing about Obama, I think, is that Margaret Thatcher's famous remark about European leaders applies: "Weak. Feeble." And weak and feeble leaders and weak and feeble swampies do stupid underhanded things that end up biting them in the you know where.

"What does not kill me makes me stronger." That's my pal Nietzsche, in Twilight of the Idols. Nietzsche, you will know if you are a north London luvvie with a TV media gig, is "the Nazis' favorite intellectual."

Yes, dear liberal friends: what happens now? What happens to all those nice moderate Democrats that got elected to Congress in 2018 on the strength of the false accusations against the president? What will the nice suburban women that just instinctively went with the Mean Girls on the block? Will they now turn on the Mean Girls "I can't believe they said that" about the president?

What happens to the noble objective media with its layers of fact-checkers now? After they have acted like Democratic operatives with by-lines for the last three years?

What happens to all the Democratic House chairmen that are all cranked up for impeachment with nowhere to go?

What about all the Subaru drivers with their COEXIST bumper stickers? Can they coexist with Trump? Perhaps they should sell the Subaru and take the bus.

Well, we old time conservatives are revved up by a president of whom it may be said, after President Lincoln speaking about Gen. Grant, "I can't spare this man: he fights."

It really is an extraordinary feeling, and helps me understand the campaign website of, I think Hillary Clinton way back. It was a list of warlike messages: fighting for women; fighting for children; fighting for workers, etc.

But, of course, that is exactly what people want in a politician, someone fighting for them in the eternal battle of life.

Of course, in the end such heroes end up betraying the people that trusted them. Or they get betrayed. Or they get defeated.

And the play goes on.

But the fact is that, after the submission of the Special Prosecutor's report, the swampies have lost. For now.

But take courage, lefties. There are no final victories. There is only: wait until next time.