In a time where brazen dishonesty has become the norm it is sometimes necessary to belabor the painfully obvious, to wit, the impeachment proceedings against Donald Trump are not even remotely within spitting distance of the same ballpark as a lynching. I feel it necessary to point this out, particularly to Lyndsey Graham, who actually said, in no uncertain terms, "this is a lynching in every sense."
Mr. Graham, let me explain this at you in terms that I hope you will be able to understand: you see, a lynching is when some fine upstanding southern gentlemen go out and kill themselves a nigger. Now our Mr. Trump here, last I checked, was still alive and kickin' and physically, if not mentally, intact. Furthermore, Mr. Schiff ain't no fine upstanding southern gentleman. He's from (brace yourself) California, the same state that Nancy Pelosi hails from. So there might be something fishy goin' on here, but it ain't no lynching cuz we ain't got ourselves no nigger hanging from a tree.
If we somehow manage to get through this witch hunt and return to the recognition that Mr. Trump has been anointed by God Himself to free us from the scourge of liberalism and Mexican rapists, then maybe, just maybe, we can get ourselves some good old-fashioned legitimate lynchings. But for the moment, those halcyon days are behind us. This country hasn't seen a real lynching since 1981.
This is the point at which I would normally come up with a snappy line to close this post, but I'm coming up empty today. Sorry. I am just so fucking tired of all this shit. Life is too short.