It Couldn't Happen To A Bigger Schmuck
I accept this gift of schadenfreude
Let us now bask in the utterly cooked state of Rep. Eric Swalwell. Under investigation by the House Ethics Committee on Monday, he resigned from Congress. He had suspended his campaign for California governor on Sunday after Democrats threw him under the proverbial bus in unison over the weekend. What a glorious moment for accountability in politics. What a reckoning for ‘toxic male behavior’ in Washington. Surely we are now one step closer to the end of the patriarchy.
Everyone knew, we now know. Democrats knew, indeed Nancy Pelosi knew when she made Swalwell her darling, and giving him up to the wolves now is a strategic choice she made long after she knew what he was. Christine Fang, the CCP honeypot that Swalwell fell into head-first like Winnie the Pooh, was an open secret to his fellow Democrats in Congress long before Americans learned about it. Swalwell’s colleagues knew that his ‘locker room talk’ was worse than anything Donald Trump said on the Access Hollywood bus even as they condemned the latter.
Swalwell is now accused of things that make the confirmation hearing attacks on Brett Kavanaugh seem pale by comparison. Some of these acts were reportedly recorded for posterity. Whereas Tara Reade could not even tell a convincing story about the physical location where she alleged that Joe Biden hit on her, the Swalwell accusations turn out to be credible, numerous, long-running, and genuinely awful. And Democrats all knew. The party of “EPSTEIN FILES!!!” knew all along that this was their guy.
In 2017, Swalwell asked Trump Deputy Assistant Keith Schiller many questions about the hotel room mentioned in the Steele ‘dossier’. Schiller saw nothing during that Russia trip because the story was false. Two years later, Swalwell still could not say that he actually believed whether the ‘pee tape’ was real. Meanwhile, his colleagues knew about him, allegedly now on tape.
Democrats still pile calumnies on Trump without ever admitting any of them are wrong. He is a dictator one minute, weak the next, displays sinister cunning in one beat, becomes mentally incompetent in the following breath. No elected Democrat has admitted the ‘pee tape’ is a hoax, or that the Steele reports were bogus. They no longer talk about those things, either. They just let the whole stinking mess lie, because investigating it would lead to the heart of their own party.
But now, when the Democratic Party wants to ditch their gubernatorial front-runner so that Katie Porter can dump hot mashed potatoes on the face of California, suddenly everyone acknowledges the truth about Eric Swalwell in one, united voice. Permissions are structured. Now, reporters tell tales out of school, telling on themselves, revealing that they knew of Swalwell, but chose to let someone else report the news. Clearly, Friday’s San Francisco Chronicle exposé of Swalwell’s alleged sexual assault of a former staffer happened now because he lost his protection. He had always been radioactive. The timing of the meltdown served the party.
So I will accept this gift of schadenfreude, enjoy it for the passing moment, bearing in mind that what we really see here is a more cannibalistic Democratic Party. As I noted back in January, when House Democrats made the Clintons bend the knee to the Epstein investigation, the party craves blood, now, starting with their own.
Democrats want to normalize putting former politicians in prison. Punishing Trump is their dream. They talk openly of punishing everyone who works for his administration. They mean what they say. They are showing us the level of their dedication to this cause when they sacrifice Eric Swalwell. They will put him on an Aztec altar, and tear his heart out right in front of us, to show us what they really are.