Educators
have long maintained we can learn anywhere. And from anyone. Woe unto
us were learning confined to the classroom.
And
so it is that despite my smoldering contempt for president
forty-five, I have learned from him. For instance, I have learned
that when confronted with accusations you feel are
false, the best thing to do is prove it.
Let's
say there are suspicions regarding your financial dealings, and a
request is made to examine your tax returns. It has become standard
operating procedure for people in your position to submit them, as
they are prove with unshakeable certainty that your extensive
business dealings are legal and above board.
You
have nothing to hide. What would be the point of obfuscation?
Repeatedly
denying those requests, endlessly parroting a lame excuse for your non-compliance and taking legal action up to and including the
Supreme Court would only add fuel to the fires of suspicion, would it
not?
That's
just silly.
Another
example. You're the holder of a political office. It has been alleged
that you have sought the help of a foreign government in collecting
dirt on a political opponent. You have also been
charged with threatening to withhold nearly half-a-billion dollars
in foreign aid should this government fail to play along.
Displaying
the political acumen you have accumulated in your long years of
public service, you slam this door shut with a resounding finality by
cooperating with your accusers, opening the books to any and
all investigation that in the end, will paint your naysayers as the desperate, clutching fools that they are.
Again,
what would be the point of denials? Refusals? Obstruction? Those are
the tools of guilty men.
Is the last laugh not also the sweetest?
So
yes. This is what I've learned from our latest (and greatest)
president. When one finds themselves in the middle of a witch hunt,
the best thing to do is fling open the closet doors and dare your opponents to find the witch costume.
Well-played,
Mr. President. You, sir, are a genius.
