Quick take/preview: The meaninglessness of a Trump subpoena

 Does anyone remember the old Robin Williams joke about British police?  They do not carry firearms, so when chasing suspects, they just yell, "stop!  Or I'll say 'stop' again!"  The January 6 Committee has pulled a Robin Williams-British cop.  For the most part, I have been impressed with their work, not because it will lead to anything, but because they have performed the historically important task of documenting things that needed to be documented, but this?  This is the theater of the absurd.  In a couple of months, Speaker Marjorie Taylor Greene will reconstitute the Committee, with Jim Jordan in charge.  The subpoena will be retracted, and new subpoenas will be issued to Hunter Biden, the head of the baby blood-drinking cabal, as soon as the voice in Greene's head tells her who that person is, and oh, fuck it, Hillary.

More soon, because while you may certainly hear from me on the subject, you'll never hear from Trump.  Or rather, you'll never hear from him under oath.

And because it's Friday, here's some jazz.  Scott Henderson, Steve Smith and the greatest bassist ever by far no contest not even close, Victor Wooten, "Catch Me If You Can," from VTT2.