Only in Washington D.C. could such a pitiful neurotic end up getting paid by the public just to whine. m/r
Comey would choose a costume to match the décor of the Blue Room, where
the ceremony was to be held. He would wear a dark blue suit that would
blend in with the room’s dark blue draperies. Like a chameleon, he’d
disappear into the background, all 6 foot 8 inches of him. This sort of
thing works in a French farce, and one can’t but wonder how Comey would
have handled the situation had the drapes been orange paisley.
June 14, 2017 Esther Goldberg
When a handshake is so much more than a handshake.
They used to be called “megalomaniacs”, people who
had outsized, larger than life images of themselves. Today they’re
described as having narcissistic personality disorder, characterized by a
sense of their own grandiose uniqueness. Not having a true sense of
their own self, narcissists create themselves in the roles they play.
They are the heroes of their own lives. Everyone else is a bit player.
James Comey was such a man. He was Hamlet. Everyone else was Rosencrantz
and Guildenstern.
Comey
identified
with theologian Reinhold Niebuhr, who believed that political life
should serve moral ends. And being a prosecutor, Comey believed, meant
doing the right thing “by definition.” Think of it as a syllogism. If A
is a prosecutor, then A is doing the right thing. A is a prosecutor.
Therefore A is doing the right thing.
Quod erat demonstrandum
Then,
when his downfall came, when he was fired by President Trump, Comey saw
himself as Saint Thomas Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury, Henry II’s
“meddlesome priest.” That’s what he told the Senate Intelligence
Committee on June 8.
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