It would be hilariously comedic if it weren’t so blatantly tragic; the pontifical posturing of the seemingly endless succession of Congressional probings into the actions or inactions, appropriations or misappropriations, sanctioned or unsanctioned activities of the overt and covert elements of government huddling under the leaky umbrella of its, (that would be, Congress’s, if the run-on sentence left you adrift), oversight. There are daily, (during the occasional non-vacation periods), committees and subcommittees frantically trying to determine Hilary’s culpability in Benghazi, a pointless, pre-trial preponderance of lawyering up to sue the President, the kill Obamacare contingent, a smattering of Kennedy assassination diehards, something about Teapot Dome and the latest feigned indignation at the incompetency of the Secret Service. Various representatives of both houses, (the ones with the most clout and the not necessarily mutually exclusive ones who say the dumbest shit to get the most air time), line up to take their Robert’s Rules allotted time to declare their patriotism and bemoan their disappointed outrage before yielding the floor with a flourish of parliamentary pomposity.

It would be a cheap shot for me to play the cynicism card with regard to this latest scandal, calling to question the sincerity of much of the rhetoric that came from those sessions, about as sporty as fishing in a fully stocked pond. However, I would be remiss if I didn’t at least point out that a vulnerable, unprotected President is, ironically, a recurring wet dream for many of the participating panelists. I think I may have even detected a giggle, (at least a smirk), by several Republicans while detailing Omar Gonzalez’s unauthorized tour of the mansion. Certainly, there’s something broken with the Secret Service, but this pointless, public Congressional inquiry, like most others, was not about repair of that agency as much as it was about the campaign bump of those Congressmen whose staffs provided them with the juiciest, most entertainingly replayable sound bites. It’s all so predictable. Darrell Issa posing pedantically in utter amazement of anyone not doing their job. Ted Cruz, using his best Fox News voice, blaming Obama. John McCain who simply can’t understand why someone didn’t get a clear shot off. Michele Bachmann wondering why the Service has to be so…uh…secret. And, all the while, Wolf Blitzer seeming bummed that Secret Service-Gate just doesn’t lend itself well to a scandalously-inferrenced, animated graphic worthy of his bewildered, cross-eyed interrogation of the parade of experts in the Situation Room.

Thank god this has all been rightfully relegated to CSPAN, not being deemed worthy to preempt any of the new Fall Season. My DVR is challenged enough trying to find the algorithm needed to record an entire episode of The Good Wife.