Day 58. H2Ogate Blues (27/2/19)

(Soundtrack: The Michael Cohen hearings on Sky News. I can't move away from them at the moment.)

I'm supposed to be writing. I'm working on a script edit for Those Two Weeks. A year after we ran the show for the first time (and more on that tomorrow, I would imagine), I'm working on it again. There's a reason, it'll become apparent in time. Hopefully in the autumn sometime.

I started on it this morning. I took a gap for CityTalk. I'd be listening to CityTalk right now to hear the pre record from last week but this, this on the TV, is beginning to look pretty huge at the moment.
Could be seismic. Could be the end of Donald Trump. Which would obviously be a glorious thing.

I'm watching a room full of people, very, very full of people, questioning the former personal attorney to the President of the United States. The democrats are digging for answers, the Republicans for escape options for the buffoon in charge of their country.

Cohen has made a statement about the wretchedness of POTUS and the Republicans are pointing out that he's a liar and a criminal.

Of course he's a liar and a criminal. We wouldn't have his testimony on the criminality of others if it weren't for the fact that he's a criminal who carried out criminal acts for a criminal and lied for a liar.

Innocent people, decent people, tend not to be in positions where the fact that they have been caught doing awful things can provide much needed evidence of the awful things others were doing.

And for a man who is clearly an absolute gobshite of the very highest order, the kind of man whose entire existence I utterly detest, Cohen is coming out of this quite well.

He's going to jail, he's got very little to lose, he's happy to take the whole circus down with him.

Watching this live on TV sits somewhere between compelling, spellbinding, entrancing, confusing in its specificity, and actually quite dull.

But nobody said history had to be interesting while it was happening.

Cohen has offered up the knowledge that Trump was talking to Russia about building a Trump tower there WHILE president. He's given up the fact that the president knew that his advisor was talking to Julian Assange about leaking emails that would be damning to Hillary Clinton's election opportunities.

(I'm currently watching a 'Mr Meadows' attacking Cohen on the accusation of racism at Trump, stating that he's spoken to Trump hundreds of times and never heard a racist comment. That remark on 'shithole countries' that we're all aware of must never have happened. Meadows is currently the reddest faced man I have ever seen. Clearly rattled and knows he has nothing.)

Cohen has stated, to start, that the current President Of The United States is 'a liar, a racist and a conman.'

We may be witnessing what happens to the venal greed of the rich and powerful when their middle managers are willing to break ranks to cover their own backs.

It's a wonderful thing to see, let's hope for much more over this side of the Atlantic.

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