It probably wouldn’t be that hard to do normally, from what we’ve seen thus far. It sullies Lindsey’s memories of her as a senator because, mercy, we do not need her there. She knows pretty much nothing about politics, the Iran War, or the security of America. All the things that Lindsey stood for, and she’s clueless. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken on Jack Smith.
She asked about the phone call logs, subpoenaed as part of the investigation into Trump and the insurrection. (Could they please shut up about them, as Mr. Smith has explained himself *multiple* times about those, and under oath, to boot.) We wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Smith’s eyes rolled back in his head. But he is a professional prosecutor, so not so much.
She got a little overexcited. She had a fit about the flight risk and a gag order for the Speaker of the House. She went into her brother’s qualifications and history with the USAF. She said getting the logs was obstruction of justice (bad idea to say that to JACK SMITH, of all people). And she said it was a fishing expedition to intimidate Trump’s allies. The lady does not have a clue. Telling Mr. Smith what the law means. Hoooo, boy. And now for the answer to her question, thanks to Raw Story:
“No, I believe your brother was a patriotic public servant,” Smith said. “He was not a target of our investigation, and in fact, he likely would have been a witness in our case. Your brother investigated the claims that Donald Trump was making [about the 2020 election.] He found them to be false. He said so on the House floor.”
WHAM. She certainly wasn’t expecting that. Mr. Smith had a high regard for Lindsey. So all of her accusations came to naught. As a matter of fact, she probably talked longer than he did. She didn’t do her due diligence before quoting the law at Mr. Smith. It’s just another reason of why she should not be a senator. But Trump is backing her, and she doesn’t know enough to distance herself from him. She may win, and that would be a travesty. Lindsey will be spinning in his grave if so. Now, it’s time to close out this one-trick pony. Goodnight.
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