The professor in me cannot help correcting solecisms, grammatical lapses, double negatives, and other deviations from proper usage. Hence, when Senator Lamar Alexander, the phantom fourth witness vote, acknowledged that the House Managers had proven their case overwhelmingly, but said that Trump’s behavior, while “inappropriate,” did not warrant removal from office, I felt a need to cavil.
Wearing torn jeans and an old Madonna T-Shirt to a formal dinner is inappropriate. Farting loudly and repeatedly at the memorial service for a beloved family member is inappropriate. Addressing a Roman Catholic nun as “babe” is inappropriate. Using congressionally appropriated funds to help you cheat in your re-election requires some other adjective.
Will Chief Justice John Roberts break the expected 50-50 tie and force a call for witnesses? As if, as young people say. On the other hand, the talking heads on cable news are freaking out at the news that Bernie is topping the polls. And were that not enough to cheer me up, I get to lecture on Marx for another twenty-two hours this semester.
Life has its compensations.