A One-Pony Show

 Around 1990, I sat and watched the Super Bowl (number 24).  

The game was basically over in the first quarter (SF would be leading Denver 13-to-3).  It was one of the most dismal games I'd ever seen played (at least by NFL standards).  Somewhere in the second quarter, I turned it off (around the 3rd touchdown of the game).  The half-time score would be 27-3....SF in the lead.  

The next day, around the work area, there was some chatter over the game (55 to 10 was the final score).  Some guy had actually selected SF to win by 40 points in the betting pool around the base that existed (illegally of course), and taken a sizeable chunk of money home.

The odd thing that I tended to get out of that day's chatter....about half of folks actually turned the game off somewhere around the half-time to 3rd quarter point.  There were various explanations but most would just say it was a pretty dismal event to watch unfold.  

As yesterday's impeachment episode ended....3rd day.....I can say that I've watched maybe three minutes of actual feed.....maybe another twenty minutes of dramatic explanations (mostly by Bill O'Reilly and the Crowder 'team').  Beyond that, it just seems to be a loser-situation looking like the SF-Denver Super Bowl game.  

There is virtually no reason to watch such poor legal work and virtually no real investigation.  The hype that there are seven dead now....not five?  Again, it's part of a big mystery which no one seems to know much about.  Facts?  Mostly non-existent.  Two cops dead by suicide but there's virtually nothing discussed about the two or their lifestyles.  The two guys dead from a heart-attack?  They seem to avoid pictures of the two, but I'd suspect if you showed either....they probably were in the 250-pound-plus range and pretty stressed out.  

News people in abundance?  Well....talking 99-percent speculation....1-percent facts.  

Even Putin's crowd has to be laughing over this.....a wild party (at least everyone is talking about), but there's virtually no booze, no chips, no dip, and no music.  Just a bunch of mostly guys talking about what they imagine in a one-pony-town, and the wildest thing anyone remembers the next day is that some dog barked, and some guy threw up in the parking lot.