There’s a certain comic aspect to Adam Schiff as he spews his lies while prosecuting the House Impeachment Hoax. I suppose that if he were a bit better looking, a comparison to Snidely Whiplash might be in order. However, what Schiff is doing isn’t only comic. It’s dangerous, so these suggestions by Frank Miele in an article over at Real Clear Politics may be more apt.
Watching Schiff spin his yarns as chief House manager for the impeachment trial of Donald J. Trump reminds me of the great dissemblers of Shakespeare, such as “Honest Iago,” who is only comfortable in his own skin when he is making the skin of others crawl. The “motiveless malignity” that poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge ascribed to Iago is writ large in the perfunctory perfidy that Schiff practices with unassuming ease. He would destroy a king, but he assures us he takes no pleasure in it, wink-wink, nod-nod.
Perhaps I am giving Schiff too much credit. He might be more akin to Monsieur Parolles of “All’s Well That Ends Well,” the arrogant know-it-all whose own words come back to haunt him: “He will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool.”