The Mueller Fizzer.

It Was All Much Ado About Nothing

When one contemplates the apparent outcome of the Mueller investigation into alleged collusion between Donald Trump and the Russian intelligence services, "underwhelmed" is too weak a word.  On the other hand, it's pretty much what we expected, having kept an eye on the scribblings of the more reliable (conservative) media as Mr Mueller and his staff left not a stone unturned.  But the Chattering Classes have been left, well, chattering. 

One is reminded of  a couple of images.  The first is the Star Trek creation known as the Borg, a fictional creation, but nevertheless an apt description of the Chatterers. As Wikipedia has it:

The Borg are a fictional alien group that appear as recurring antagonists in the Star Trek franchise. The Borg are cybernetic organisms, linked in a hive mind called "the Collective". The Borg co-opt the technology and knowledge of other alien species to the Collective through the process of "assimilation": forcibly transforming individual beings into "drones" by injecting nanoprobes into their bodies and surgically augmenting them with cybernetic components.

Picture the Democratic Party and its PR department, otherwise known as the "Main Stream Media", all minds working in syncopated harmony,  buzzing and droning, buzzing and droning, buzzing . . . You get the picture.  They present a closet representations to an actual real life Borg on the earth.   For two years they have droned on with endless replays of manufactured horror, anger, disgust, and outrage at something they imagined and cooked up from the outset. 

The second image is conjured up by T. S. Eliot's poem, The Hollow Men.

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river . . . 

So passes the chattering Hollow Men--at least in their present incarnation as the Borg. 

Here is Jason Beale's epitaph to Mueller's Big Reveal. 

The opening scene of the Big Reveal of Robert Mueller’s special counsel report went pretty much according to type: Conservatives “pounced,” the left “pushed back,” and the media turned to each other for comfort and reassurance that everything was going to be alright.

Amidst the misty-eyed cable news anchors and the hastily arranged panels of pundits carrying out a series of televised group therapy sessions, a theme began to take shape—a soothing, healing crystal in the form of an incantation of hope and deliverance: This can’t be the end. There’s got to be more. This isn’t the end. There’s going to be more. Say it with me: This can’t be the end. There’s got to be .… [The Federalist]

Thus, we present the Chattering Classes is in the last of their meeting places, groping together and avoiding speech.  It's what a novelist used to call "a good ending".