A lot of people have been claiming that the meeting Donald Trump Jr. had with a Russian lawyer who was offering damaging information on Hillary Clinton provided by the Russian government is a “nothing-burger”
because Junior didn’t actually get any such information. He just wanted to get
it, and the fact that it didn’t work out, they would say, excuses him of any possible wrongdoing.
And this is so true. One way to look at it is to imagine
an everyday family situation that we can all relate to.
Ron,
a 40-something man, is on the sofa watching TV, when his wife Betsy walks in, holding a
piece of paper. She has a concerned look on her face.
“Ron,” she says. “I found this e-mail on your computer. Would you care to explain this?”
Ron looks surprised. “E-mail? What e-mail?”
“From someone named Tiffany. She’s talking about meeting you for dinner.”
Ron looks relieved. “Oh that. That was just someone that a buddy from work told me about. Said she was, well, you know, easy.”
“Easy?”
“Ron,” she says. “I found this e-mail on your computer. Would you care to explain this?”
Ron looks surprised. “E-mail? What e-mail?”
“From someone named Tiffany. She’s talking about meeting you for dinner.”
Ron looks relieved. “Oh that. That was just someone that a buddy from work told me about. Said she was, well, you know, easy.”
“Easy?”
“Yeah,
you know, kind of loose. I thought she might be good for a fling. Maybe a
one-night stand.”
“And you had dinner with this, this Tiffany?”
“Sure. She sounded great, so I had to check it out. Anyone would have done the same.”
Ron notices the shocked look on Betsy’s face, mutes the sound on the TV. “But, honey, trust me, nothing happened.”
Betsy looks at him doubtfully. Ron stands up, takes her hand, gives her a sympathetic look.
“Sweetheart, she just wasn’t as hot as my friend said. She would have been a lousy lay. Lousy. Yuck. So, I cut the dinner short. Told her ‘No thanks’.”
Betsy smiles, her eyes misting a little.
“She wasn’t hot enough for you?”
“No. And it’s too bad. Trust me, I was really looking forward to it.” He squeezes Betsy’s hand, watches her face. “So, we’re all good?
Betsy hesitates. Ron continues, "I could have cheated on you, but I didn’t. She just wasn’t hot enough.”
There’s a twinkle in Betsy’s eye. She leans up and gives Ron a kiss on the cheek.
“I couldn’t ask for a better husband. I’d better go finish the dishes.”
As she scurries away, Ron picks up the remote, gazes at the TV with a satisfied smile on his face.
“And you had dinner with this, this Tiffany?”
“Sure. She sounded great, so I had to check it out. Anyone would have done the same.”
Ron notices the shocked look on Betsy’s face, mutes the sound on the TV. “But, honey, trust me, nothing happened.”
Betsy looks at him doubtfully. Ron stands up, takes her hand, gives her a sympathetic look.
“Sweetheart, she just wasn’t as hot as my friend said. She would have been a lousy lay. Lousy. Yuck. So, I cut the dinner short. Told her ‘No thanks’.”
Betsy smiles, her eyes misting a little.
“She wasn’t hot enough for you?”
“No. And it’s too bad. Trust me, I was really looking forward to it.” He squeezes Betsy’s hand, watches her face. “So, we’re all good?
Betsy hesitates. Ron continues, "I could have cheated on you, but I didn’t. She just wasn’t hot enough.”
There’s a twinkle in Betsy’s eye. She leans up and gives Ron a kiss on the cheek.
“I couldn’t ask for a better husband. I’d better go finish the dishes.”
As she scurries away, Ron picks up the remote, gazes at the TV with a satisfied smile on his face.
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