If Only I Knew Ye, Herman Melville

We’ve reached the Herman Melville stage of the Clinton saga.  The whale has been harpooned.  Now, wounded and enraged, she threatens to drag the boat and everyone else into the sea.  High drama.  The scene is riveting.  And made for the stage.  David Mamet, where are you? 

Popcorn, anyone?

The NYPD and investigators from a different division of the FBI (i.e., not the same agents who were put under a gag order about Clinton’s emails) cracked into the Weiner’s laptop expecting to find kiddie porn.  Instead, they hit the motherload of emails relating to Huma and Hillary.  You may rest assured they looked at many of those 650,000 emails with a curious eye.  Quite the treasure trove. This occurred weeks ago.  Thousands of those emails apparently originated from the clinton.com email server.  Is that what Giuliani referenced last week when he mentioned an incoming bombshell?  Who knows?

Expect the leaks to continue.  The wounded whale now thrashes wildly in the water.  Other harpoons soon will be thrown.  The beast is vulnerable.  Yet the battle is fierce.  Usurpers are wise never to wound the queen.

I hope one day we will learn the outcome of this epic battle.  I’d love to know the content of those emails, provided they legitimately belong in the public domain.  Hillary has some ‘spainin to do.  I also want to understand James Comey.  He looks like a nice guy.  And ever the articulate attorney.  Might he prove to be the upstanding stalwart of justice that both parties praised him for being?  His story is yet to be told.  Rumor is he feels used and abused.  Hah!  Join the club with the rest of America.  Has he chosen not to go gently into that good night, despite the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune?

One thing for sure is that the FBI will be busy over the next few weeks.

I’m not a voyeur of other people’s personal problems.  Schadenfreud notwithstanding, private emails should remain private, no matter how scintillating.  I do have a problem, however, with public servants such as the Clintons and Obamas who will tell you they are nothing if not transparent, yet not allow public information to be public.  You may rest assured that Obama doesn’t want this latest revelation going anywhere near public disclosure.  He’s in the thick of this.  Don’t doubt it.  Trump is his worst nightmare.  And Clinton’s nightmare, too.  Actually, Trump is not so much the threat as the apotheosis of it.  The American people are the real threat.  They are disgusted.  They have serious questions.  And they vote.  This time, massively.  Their monster vote is but days away.

Hear the crickets?  The Republicans have remained silent.  I don’t blame them.  You can’t write a more destructive script than what the Clintonites have written for themselves.  Why interfere?  For once, corporate media agrees.  The Clintons have drawn enough rope to hang themselves.  Best to stand aside and let justice – or fate -- take its course.

The next week will be historic.

Butter for your popcorn?