It would be very easy to join the varied voices opining about Comey’s testimony yesterday. Like most of those commenting, I’ve heard the soundbites. I’ve seen the pundits spinning the comments this way and that. However, unlike those folks, I want to actually listen to all three hours of Comey’s testimony before commenting in-depth about what he said — or didn’t say.
I’ll even admit to playing musical channels with the news this morning. Hey, if I have to watch it with my morning coffee because my mother likes it on as she reads the paper, I can at least turn it off when the talking heads get too annoying. As a result, I haven’t had to sit through George and Matt and whoever on CBS as they tell us how wonderful Comey is and how awful Trump is. Hell, Yahoo even has a headline to the effect that Hillary was right.
Two things, if the soundbites are right, have struck me and I want to see them in context. The first is that Comey admits to being the one to leak his prepared testimony ahead of time. Well, to be honest, he asked a friend to give it to a reporter. That tells me he was trying to manipulate the atmosphere going into the hearing, especially since he knew, or should have, that his testimony would be streamed live and everything in his prepared statement would be there for the public to see.
The second thing — and again, I haven’t seen it in context, so I’m withholding judgment — is that he supposedly said he had not seen any direct evidence that the Russians had tried to hack the election. He, and the rest of the FBI, supposedly relied on information given them by other agencies. If this is true, then how can he then turn around and say he is convinced the Russians tried to hack the election? (Mind you, I’m not saying they didn’t but for an intelligence head to make sure a blanket statement without seeing proof does rub me wrong).
And that is all I’m going to say on yesterday’s events on the Hill until I’ve seen the testimony in full.
On a more personal note, I learned yesterday that I hate most home repair stores, services, etc. Late morning, I heard something hit our stormdoor. When Mom opened the front door a few minutes later, the stormdoor literally exploded into a zillion pieces. Luckily, it pebbled instead of shattering into sharp edges, etc. But it did so with enough force we had glass at least three feet into the house and embedded into the nooks and crannies of the front door.
I have a guess about what happened. The yard was being mowed and about the same time I heard the “pop!” at the door, one of the guys was using the weedeater nearby. But I couldn’t say so for certain. Anyway, I spent the bulk of the afternoon trying to get someone to install a new door for us.
Well, the local handymen can do it — in two to three weeks. They’re booked out until then.
Home Deport won’t install, even if you buy the door from them, unless you pay them to come out and measure the door first. Then you go in and order the door you want. Then you wait another week or two before it can be installed. Unless, of course, you pay extra to expedite the process.
I called one of the local companies that advertises doing stormdoors. Riiight. Only if you agree to let them, at “a very big discount”, install new windows or insulation. Nope. Don’t need that.
Another no longer does residential work, only corporate work.
Oh, and back to Home Depot, even with me standing in front of the sign showing how much installation would be, I was quoted a price $60 higher. So nope, not dealing with them — or at least not that particular customer rep.
I have calls in to a couple of other folks. In the meantime, I’m cursing the fact that I’ve got a bum shoulder that prevents me from installing the door myself. I’m at the point now that if I can’t get it fixed in the next few days, I’ll wait until my son comes home on leave in 10 days and have him help me install it. Yeah, I’m that pissed with the situation.
I guess that means I have to get my butt in gear and get back to work. Doors of any sort aren’t cheap and this year has been one hit in the pocketbook after another.