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Are you calm? Good.
Have a bourbon. Smoke a joint. A cigar. Do some yoga. Something.
In short, MELLOW OUT, MAN!
On January 6, 2007, control of Congress officially changes hands from the Republican Party to the Democratic Party. Until that day, we have just as much control over Congress as we did on November 6, 2006: none. We can't subpoena. Can't investigate. Can't ruminate, fulminate or decimate. And we sure as hell can't impeach.
Until we can do any of these things, it does us Absolutely No Good Whatsoever to tell Dipshit and his Evil Minions that they need to shred the lunch menus, burn the Lincoln Bedroom Visitors Log and bring a magnet big enough to lift a car into the mainframe room. Which is EXACTLY what talking impeachment before we actually have control of Congress would do for us.
Instead, let's lull Little Lord Fondleroy into a false sense of security. Let's tell him he's not going to be impeached, even though the most perfunctory investigation one could possibly launch against Bush would turn up at least five impeachable acts. This fucking guy is like Al Capone--he can't get out of bed in the morning, eat breakfast and dress for work without committing at least two felonies. We can impeach Bush. We probably WILL impeach him...but it'll be a lot harder without White House records, and if we tell the world we're going to throw him out of office, take him to court on War Crimes Act charges, try him, convict him and execute him by firing squad, electric chair, lethal gas and hanging all at the same time, you won't even find dust in the White House filing cabinets.
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