It's Okay Not to Care About All This Impeachment Stuff

Have you been following all this impeachment stuff? Do you know who Gordon Sondland is? Do you know who Marie Yovanovitch is? How about Fiona Hill? Does the name Alexander Vindman ring a bell? Do you know what Burisma is? Do you know if there's any evidence of a quid pro quo, or evidence that President Trump ordered one?

If you answered no to one or more of these questions... join the club!

I can't follow it, so I've stopped trying. Every day there's some new "bombshell," and the next day it's already been forgotten. If there's something impeachable there, then they should impeach Trump. If there isn't, then they should give up. Either way, it's not going to make Hillary Clinton president. It's not even going to make Nancy Pelosi president, as some delusional libs seem to believe. I'm fine with the sound of President Pence, so if that happens sooner rather than later, okay. If not, that's also okay. I'm too numb to care anymore.

And I'm supposed to care about this stuff. I'm supposed to follow every breathtaking new development and have an opinion about it. But most Americans have better things to do with their day. They don't care, and it's okay for them not to care. None of this affects their daily lives. It doesn't put food on their tables. You can't scold them into giving a damn about any of it.

Which won't stop our moral, ethical, and intellectual betters from trying. If you're confused and fed up with all this nonsense, that's an "unpatriotic cop-out", according to WaPo's Margaret Sullivan. (Sorry to disappoint ya, Marge!) In the pages of the New York Times, novelist Jennifer Weiner moans, "I’m Sorry, Is Impeachment Not Entertaining Enough for You?" The people who make a living by telling you how they think the world works are now demanding that you pay attention to them, whether they're right nor not. Whether they're making any sense or not.

Erick Erickson just demonstrated, in two minutes and 20 seconds, why everybody's so exhausted:

"Bombshell."

"Turning point."

"The beginning of the end."

"The walls are closing in."

"This is a tipping point."

Over and over and over and over and over. For years now. If they say this stuff whenever Trump so much as tweets a typo, how are we supposed to know when it's actually serious? Chicken Little and the boy who cried wolf were more trustworthy.

Of course, you're not listening to me anyway, because either I don't defend Trump enough or I defend him too much. If I don't think every single thing Trump says and does is bad, half the country hates me. And if I don't think every single thing Trump says and does is good, the other half of the country hates me. Either I must believe that he's the worst president in the history of the United States and needs to be removed from office for the sake of the republic, or I must believe he's the greatest president ever and any criticism of him is tantamount to treason. There can be no middle ground.

But on the slim chance that you wanted to know my opinion about impeachment, there you go. Worrying about any of this isn't going to change anything, so I'm not bothering.

All of the above also applies to the Democratic Party debates, by the way. You don't need to watch those. You don't need to feign excitement about any of those candidates. And judging by the ratings, you're not.

Oh yeah, and one last thing: Please, please, please just buy the chicken sandwich that tastes best to you. It doesn't need to be a whole big thing. It's just a dang sandwich. Calm down.