Some "What Idiot?" Questions.

 I just listened to today's Daily, a podcast from The New York Times.

Today's subject was Biden's ongoing classified documents problem.

It really was more a postmortem of how the President and his team decided to handle the situation when it first showed its ugly little head.

The plan adopted was to be absolutely open, voluntary and co-operative with the Justice Department.

And to keep the whole thing quiet.

What could go wrong?

After all, with swift and total co-operation with Justice, and complete openness of search of residences and offices, and Corvettes, there would only be one conclusion that Justice could swiftly draw: that the President, understandably - he's a busy man, after all - was a little careless with a few classified documents.

No foul; no penalty.

Once Justice had drawn that conclusion, then the President could issue a low-key press release, late some Friday afternoon, revealing the breach of practice in handling classified documents, the Justice Department's slap on his wrist, and he could move on to important things.

Like announcing his campaign for re-election.

What idiot on his team thought that the media wouldn't get wind of the security breach before it had even gotten a case number at Justice?

And what idiot thought that - assuming the whole plan worked as concocted - nobody would draw parallels with donnie the dildo and his mass of classified documents?

And what idiot, that parallel having been drawn, thought that the jackals at Fox wouldn't begin to howl at the thing in the sky and demand equal justice?

And what idiot didn't ask "OK, Mr. President, are these all the documents, or could there be more?"

(I hope that the idiot, above, needing identification, isn't, in fact, the President.)

It turns out that, none of those four questions having been asked, some of us can't help hearing Bob Dylan singing in the distance: "Drip, Drip, Drippin' From Biden's Door".