Which means Trump's lawyers did so well they lost a Senator on this issue.It shall, 56-44: Shall Donald John Trump be subject to the jurisdiction of a Court of Impeachment for acts committed while President of the United States, notwithstanding the expiration of his term in that office.
— Senate Cloakroom (@SenateCloakroom) February 9, 2021
The Senator from Louisiana, no less. Insult to injury, no?Sens. Collins, Cassidy, Murkowski, Romney, Sasse, Toomey all vote with Democrats on the constitutionality question
— Manu Raju (@mkraju) February 9, 2021
"If you're a president of the United States you can draw on the very best talent on the planet, except if you're Donald Trump," Chuck Rosenberg says to @NicolleDWallace about fmr. Pres. Trump's defense team.
— MSNBC (@MSNBC) February 9, 2021
"I thought it was comical." pic.twitter.com/CZOalFIldm
Schoen's Longfellow Serenade picked the wrong poem. Victor Galbreath would have been a much better choice.
ReplyDeleteReminded me why I don’t read Longfellow. Honestly, 19th century American poetry (save Dickinson and Whitman) almost put me off poetry forever.
ReplyDeleteYeats saved poetry for me, but that’s another story.
Surviving execution by firing squad, twice, at least has something in common with Trump's getting twice impeached. The Building of the Ship worked well for Lincoln and for Roosevelt, but doesn't really speak to the circumstances of DJT.
ReplyDeletePoe could have contributed The Conqueror Worm.
ReplyDeleteThou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
ReplyDeleteSail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
We know what Master laid thy keel,
What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel,
Who made each mast, and sail, and rope,
What anvils rang, what hammers beat,
In what a forge and what a heat
Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Fear not each sudden sound and shock,
'T is of the wave and not the rock;
'T is but the flapping of the sail,
And not a rent made by the gale!
In spite of rock and tempest's roar,
In spite of false lights on the shore,
Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea!
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee, — are all with thee!
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is the passage, as near as I can tell, read by Schoen to close his defense of Trump on the grounds that the impeachment was unconstitutional. His reading made it sound even more singsongy than it does if read right. But it's really more about the intricacy and ingenuity of the constitution and the intricacy and ingenuity of the arguments made to allow the senators to believe the impeachment could actually be unconstitutional.
Schoen read it so badly (and used it so poorly, but that's another matter) I completely lost track of what point he was trying to make while I tried to figure out what the poem was trying to say.
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