Wings of communal desire: In his new column, Nicholas Kristof listed some dogs which didn't bark when Michael Cohen testified before the House committee:
KRISTOF (2/28/19): Cohen said that he had no knowledge of any sex video obtained by Russia as leverage over Trump, and added that he didn’t have proof of collusion with Russia, only “suspicions.” But he described a kind of kompromat: “Mr. Trump knew of and directed the Trump Moscow negotiations throughout the campaign and lied about it” and then “made clear to me” that “he wanted me to lie” to Congress.Will future historians analyze that? Future Anthropologists Huddled in Caves (TM) emitted a raft of disconsolate chuckles when we posed that question during one of the nocturnal visitations the haters compare to dreams.
Cohen shot down some of the rumors going around. He said he has no knowledge of Trump having a love child or paying for an abortion, and Trump would "never" physically harm Melania. But the sum total of his testimony was devastating; decades from now, historians will continue to analyze it.
That said, we couldn't help noticing one big fish which wriggled away from Kristof. Let us quote from Michael the Savior's sermon from the table:
REP. NORMAN (2/27/19): OK, last question. I'm running out of time.Presumably, that's the end of that. Presumably, future historians will discuss the way the Steele dossier, a sacred text, was wrong on that once-cherished point.
Have you ever been to Prague?
COHEN: I've never been to Prague.
NORMAN: Never have?
COHEN: I've never been to the Czech Republic.
NORMAN: I yield my balance of my time.
REP. CUMMINGS: Ms. Speier.
REP. SPEIER: Thank you, Mr. Chairman, and thank you, Mr. Cohen...
They'll also record the way our team ran with that (apparently) bungled claim from the dossier. For today, our liberal tribe is rushing past this apparent revelation—an apparent revelation of error in one of our most sacred texts.
"We'll always have Prague!" For several years, our tribe has savored that claim.
This is how tribal logic works! As animals—even worse, as great apes!—we simply aren't mega-rational. We prefer to clamp our communal jaws on a tale and mouth it in one mighty voice.