Now, a week and a half after Trump tweeted his wiretapping allegation, Nunes, a Trump supporter, said today (Wednesday March 15, 2017): “We don’t have any evidence that took place . . . I don’t think there was an actual tap of Trump Tower.” Knock me over with a feather.

We live in crazy political times.

On the left, there’s the snarky Rachel Maddow at MSNBC, claiming last night to be in possession of Trump’s tax returns, which, if true, would certainly have been big news; the only problem was that what Maddow actually had was alleged to be two pages of Trump’s 2005 tax return that showed his tax rate was around 25%. This left many on the left, hoping for something big with which to whack Trump, or even a coup de grace, disappointed and criticizing Maddow for pulling a stunt seemingly designed more for a bump in ratings, along with actually helping Trump’s case that there’s no ‘there’ there, re, his tax returns. Insert sad trombone sound here.

On the right, Trump surrogates continue with their narratives/talking points that the American people simply don’t care about Trump’s tax returns/Russia ties, and that what they do care about are jobs and the economy; the only thing Trump surrogates didn’t say was that it’s time to ‘move on’, the phrase made famous by Bill Clinton’s surrogates when they tried to change the subject from Clinton’s disgraceful episode with a young intern named Monica Lewinsky (for those who may not be familiar with the story: 49-year-old President Clinton received oral sex from 22-year-old Lewinski in the Oval Office, resulting in a semen stain on Lewinski’s dress.) Sorry about that.

On the left, we have the folks who have lost their mind and continue to overplay their hand re, attacks on Trump, complete with comparisons to Hitler or even ‘ol Scratch himself (a.k.a., El Diablo, a.k.a., Satan).

On the Right, we have the Ever Trumpers doing their imitation of police Lieutenant Frank Drebin in the movie, ‘The Naked Gun’, where he stands between the gathering crowd of onlookers gawking at a fireworks factory exploding like a grand finale and telling the crowd, ‘Alright, move on, nothing to see here. . .’.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am.