What is it like for William Barr to go to work every morning knowing that the senile spoiled child he works for is eventually going to shoot his mouth again and make things even worse?
On top of that, even the dumbest man would know that he has already done enough to go down in history as a ridiculous shit, maybe even to prison.
All this abuse of his office, institutions, honored traditions, the law, and for what? To keep the Reality TV star out of jail until the next time he does something stupid, and the mess gets even bigger.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe Barr really is lacking in intelligence in some way. He has to be, in some critical self-deluding way.
What must it be like to bet your whole political future on the irrational hope that Donald Trump won’t be able to do something so disastrously stupid that you couldn’t cover for him?
Surely Barr must be questioning his own intelligence or sanity by now.
Barr at the Birthday Party
I once had a horrible fever dream when I had a stomach virus and was throwing up around the clock. It had that pervasive bad feeling that make fever dreams worse than ordinary nightmares, and it had that hallucinatory intensity and sense of going on forever.
In the dream, I was stuck at a kindergarden birthday party where the kids were all acting like brats and throwing tantrums. They were jerking away from the mothers that were trying to get them to leave, and they were spilling food and knocking things over. Some kids fell down on the ground kicking and screaming, and there were all these hotdogs and icing and gross food getting smeared into the dirt. All the kids had dirty snotty faces, and the food was rancid looking.
I couldn’t leave the birthday party, but ever so often I woke up and puked and then fell back asleep into the same dream.
I think William Barr is stuck at this birthday party.