Holder (of the bag)

I almost feel sorry for him. It doesn’t matter what’s going to happen in the next six to twelve months.

He’s ultimately going down. Maybe five years from now (not likely), but in 10, 20, or 50 years definitely. Not in his lifetime but in the record.

There will still be some locus of human liberty in future days, perhaps not in the U.S., but the history will still be written of the cataclysmic downfall of the United States of America.

Of an administration that embraced the nation’s most determined and mortal enemies and refused even to name them.

Of an administration that treated the most successful political document in the history of history as toilet paper.

Of a leader who managed to fool everyone, including his most adamant opponents, that he did not desire what he most obviously and persistently did desire — the annihilation of the nation he had sworn to serve.

When it comes to Eric Holder, I’m reminded of the works of a 20th century historical novelist named Kenneth Roberts. His most persistent theme was the danger and and wreckage caused by small men in high places.

Contrary to conventional wisdom, Barack Obama is not a small man in a high place. He is a big man of small education and small intelligence. Why, in future years, the unforgivable comparisons to Hitler and Stalin will eventually be made.

I won’t live to see it. You probably won’t either. No matter. The record will speak for itself. It will finally be deduced that his intention all along was the destruction, utter and humiliating, of the United States of America. Revenge is a dish best served cold. And Obama has done that with an extraordinary degree of finesse. Golf and Hollywood fund raisers and basketball brackets are actually a triumph of satiric leadership. He’s been laughing at us the whole time.

Someday, they will be comparing him to Caligula, Hitler, and Dracula.

The historians will eventually stumble onto the hypothesis that the earliest days of the 21st century were a kind of national nervous breakdown, a mass suicide impulse that against all odds succeeded. He will be identified as a Great Villain, a kind of hypnotist whose bombastic rhetoric fooled all the intelligentsia in the same way the Third Reich’s fuehrer did.

Everyone knows the self ordained cognoscenti are the easiest dupes. David Brooks of the New York Times was seduced by his trouser crease. Peggy Noonan wanted to have sex with him, practically panting over his every banal utterance. Christopher Buckley fell in love with his magnificent temperament. And that’s just the so-called conservatives. All the libs and progressives and environmentalists and college radicals and civil rights activists saw in him whatever they most wanted to see.

The downfall of Obama will be written about, but those who opened their eyes late will be tempted to think there must have been some greatness there, or they wouldn’t have been so thoroughly fooled.

None of this helps Holder. When the destruction of constitutional government in the U.S. is finally written about, the arguments will be legion. Was he, and his DOJ, a Goebbels or an Eichmann? (Actually, I think the MSM have the Goebbels title locked up.)

Or, more figuratively, was he merely a Renfield to Obama’s Dracula? Eating flies while his master played midnight golf?

Caligula had all his able advisers killed off. Who he was. With all the DOJ scandals finally hitting the fan at once, will Obama come to Renfield’s rescue? Or will he simply vanish to the nearest tee for another round of golf?


But in the long run, O won’t escape either. The drip in the water that created the most horrifying ripples still came from the Great Prevaricator’s mouth. The only lifeboat Holder has.

Not that he should count on it.

Not that he should count on it.

In the judgment of history, he’s going to be a Quisling or a Marshal Petain. Or, more properly, a lowly bureaucratic order-taker like Eichmann. No hope for him.

Oh well. I don’t feel that sorry for him. It’s the usual peril of being a small man in a high place. Quelle dommage.

  1. Alfa’s avatar

    Small man or not, he should have known better. What a mess he will leave behind.

    I read that he’s staying until his replacement is identified or is it approved? No telling how long all that will take.

    I feel sorry for none of them.


  2. Instapunk’s avatar

    Good points. But I was thinking longer term. Tried to find the video of this but failed. So you’ll have to put up with the long-winded synopsis of the end of Presumed Innocent, the movie in which Harrison Ford is accused of killing his mistress, only to learn at the end that the murderer was his own jealous wife:

    Judge Lyttle dismisses the case against Rusty on the grounds that there is no direct proof that Rusty murdered Carolyn, no proof of motive, and there is the possibility that Molto may have manufactured evidence in order to frame Rusty. Sandy later explains to Rusty that the person taking the bribe was Judge Lyttle, who was depressed after his divorce and contemplating suicide at the time, so, in a sense, Sandy blackmailed the judge into not letting Rusty’s case go to trial lest he be exposed. On the ferry home, Detective Lipranzer (John Spencer) hands the missing glass to Rusty, explaining that he was given the glass by the evidence room after Molto removed him from the case, so he simply kept it. One day, when Rusty’s wife Barbara is away at her final dissertation hearing, Rusty decides to fix the backyard fence. When his hammer breaks, he gets another from the tool box and is horrified to see blood and hairs on it. As he’s washing it clean, Barbara returns. In an almost dissociative manner, i.e., speaking in the third person, she admits that she killed Carolyn, whom she calls ‘the destroyer’, as revenge for her affair with Rusty. She explains how she phoned Carolyn and arranged a visit so that they could talk, hit Carolyn in the head with the hammer when she wasn’t looking, tied her up in ways Rusty has described that perverts do, injected fluids taken from her own diaphragm after she and Rusty had sex, left a glass that Rusty had used on a previous night when he drank a beer, unlocked the door and windows, and came home. She arranged things so that Rusty would know she murdered Carolyn, but she knew he would keep it to himself and label the crime ‘unsolvable.’ What she hadn’t counted on was Rusty being charged with the murder. However, ‘the destroyer was destroyed,’ she concludes, ‘and we were saved.’ Rusty looks at her incredulously. ‘Saved?’ he questions. The final scene is a shot of the empty courtroom and a voiceover from Rusty explaining that it’s possible to try two people for the same crime, but he couldn’t take his mother from his son. Having spent all his life as a prosecutor assigning blame, he blames himself for setting off the events that led to the death of Carolyn Polemus. ‘There was a crime,’ he says. ‘There was a victim. And there IS punishment.’

    My point. Yes. There IS punishment. And Holder, at least, will get his, whether we ever know of it or not.


  3. Alfa’s avatar

    As you say, we may not live to see it, but it will happen. I’ve seen it many times. I believe there is justice, whether it comes from a legal system or not.



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