Look, I'm not a hopeless naïf and I am very definitely no longer a teen-ager so I do not expect the halls of Congress, let alone those of the White House, to be filled with perfect ladies and gentlemen forever striving to act in the highest standards of morality and honour. As totally boring truisms go, there can be none as tedious as that which points out that politics is a dirty business. Even so, as one wades through the Washingtonian filth and sewage, one constantly hopes to spy an occasional gleam of unalloyed gold, a noble gesture, perhaps, or maybe a truth told, or even an act of untainted loyalty. Well, don't hold your breath!
I knew nothing of Mr. James Comey, a man who rose to the highest level of command in the FBI and therefor, a man deserving of some admiration, or at least, some respect. Of course, he suffered a severe punishment from his boss which may, or may not, have been deserved. In my opinion he should have maintained his dignity and honour and simply retired in silence to tend his garden or his golf! Instead, he raced with indecent haste to the nearest and richest publisher in order to grab the money and publish a book denigrating his erstwhile boss, plus his bosses from the previous regime. As far as I can tell - needless to say I haven't read the book - there are no truly 'yuuuuuuuuuuuge' disclosures of crimes, just a dustbin full of tatty gossip, innuendo, aspersions and the usual list of 'he-said-she-said'! And this from a man previously granted one of the most powerful and responsible positions in the land.
Two questions arise. One, would you ever buy a second-hand car from this man and two, would you count your fingers after shaking hands on the deal?