I Know You Are, But What Am I?

Remember that scene in the first Pee Wee Herman movie where Pee Wee and Francis just kept saying that phrase back and forth?  I feel like I am watching that scene over and over with this whole Trump impeachment trial.  Is the impeachment justified?  Well sure it is!  I think…maybe?  What the hell is it about again?  All I really know is that the Biden’s were the masterminds behind this whole thing.  Yes, I do understand what is happening but because I watch and listen to various news sources, my brain feels like it goes through a sausage maker by the end of the day.  Maybe that’s the goal, though; make me exhausted enough where I really don’t care anymore.  I think many of us feel that way.  The sense of yearning for the truth and desiring honesty is overcome by the “can’t we just get this shit over with” feeling.  On those few occasions when I’m not exhausted by the charade, I get angry that this whole “Biden thing” is part of the impeachment argument. It’s like the Benghazi thing that’s been used as a rebuttal for years; indicative of the way many political arguments currently go.  Let’s not argue facts or have a good discussion about the topic at hand.  Instead, let’s decide what the topic is and then I’ll just yell out “Benghazi” or “Bush” or “Libtards” and then we’ll really solve some problems.  Did I say I’m exhausted?  Maybe I’m just sick…Obamacare!