NYT: Mueller Didn't Do Much Work and Kept Short Hours

Now they tell us.

After his doddering performance. But for three years, he was a combination of Sgt. Rock and The Punisher, fighting the Cong with one hand and Mafia hoods with the other, and banging out bills of indictment with his prehensile yet girthy manhood.

Soon after the special counsel's office opened in 2017, some aides noticed that Robert S. Mueller III kept noticeably shorter hours than he had as F.B.I. director, when he showed up at the bureau daily at 6 a.m. and often worked nights.

He seemed to cede substantial responsibility to his top deputies, including Aaron Zebley, who managed day-to-day operations and often reported on the investigation's progress up the chain in the Justice Department. As negotiations with President Trump's lawyers about interviewing him dragged on, for example, Mr. Mueller took part less and less, according to people familiar with how the office worked.

That hands-off style was on display Wednesday when Mr. Mueller testified for about seven hours before two House committees. Once famous for his laserlike focus, Mr. Mueller, who will turn 75 next month, seemed hesitant about the facts in his own 448-page report. He struggled at one point to come up with the word "conspiracy."

Whoops.

Whoopsie!

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[H]e was unmistakably shaky. Roughly 15 times, he asked for a question to be repeated. He repeatedly said, "If it's from the report, yes, I support it" -- a line that seemed to suggest that he did not know what the report actually said. He seemed to struggle to complete his sentences, and not always because he had been interrupted.

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Had Mr. Mueller delivered a commanding performance -- even if he said little -- he might have cemented that impression. Instead he may have ignited a whole new set of questions about whether he was too old for the job he took on, whether he delegated too many decisions to his top deputies, and whether he was reluctant to testify because he was not up to it.

In fact, those suspicions already had some currency. In Senate testimony this year, Attorney General William P. Barr suggested that in a March 5 meeting, Mr. Mueller did not clearly articulate his reasoning about why he declined to decide whether President Trump had committed a prosecutable crime.

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But what has dribbled out suggests that Mr. Mueller's wobbly performance might not have come as a surprise to his subordinates.

The calendars of one of the team's top prosecutors, Andrew Weissmann, suggest that he met infrequently with Mr. Mueller, except for daily 5 p.m. meeting, which typically lasted 45 minutes.

Instead, the calendars cite Mr. Zebley's initials 111 times, often next to "team leader" meetings, suggesting he may have led them.

The Cucks, a group of high distinction chiefly distinguished by being wrong about

LITERALLY

YEARS,

are of course attempting to provide cover for Mueller, but not really for Mueller -- they're providing cover for themselves, having not only insisted that Mueller was some kind of living god, but having viciously attacked anyone who offered the slightest doubt about him.

Take Jonah Goldberg -- please.

irst, he retreated, as usual, to the pillows-and-Play-Doh comfort of Safe Space of just blabbering Orangemanbadorangemanbad when confronted with evidence that his worldview talks like a fag and is totally retarded.

Then he got some criticism, even the most trifling and harmless of which he felt the need to punch back at.

He knocks Trump all day but he certainly seems to be emulating Trump's rule about always hitting back, huh?

Then, of course, he started damselling today about all the Jonah and the Whale "hate" he'd gotten:

And how did "pushing Twitter away and going to bed" go for him?

Well, it went about as well for him as it usually goes for bitter, angry lonely Twitter Addicts. By which I mean: He kept tweeting.

Twitter was so toxic I just had to completely remove myself from it. Except that this needed to be said:

I just totally had to get out of this Hate Cyclone and Find Some Center.

Oh, but I had to comment on a Jeet Heer conspiracy theory before I left:

Man, there was so much Hate coming at me on Twitter I just had to get away from the negativity. But you know, I did want to tweet about the movie I was watching.

By the way, check this out:

See? Did you think I was lying about that?

I should point out that some people I know think that the "Fight me" guy was actually goofing on Jonah, but even so, that would show that a lot of people have picked up on the constant shman-on-shman* "Fight Me" cyberflirting.

mumble grumble mumble grumble

dark mutterings dark mutterings dark mutterings

I used to be somebody, you know

THE FED IS PUTTING BRAIN-TRACKING BUGS IN MY ARBY'S!

* A shman is a she-man.

I feel absurd calling these shpecimens "men."

posted by Ace of Spades at 12:20 PM

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