Watching a smug asshole trip over his own dick in real time is usually good for a healthy dose of schadenfreude. But something can be funny and still dangerous.
Did you ever watch the show Mystery Science Theater 3000? The cult show from the 90s that ran on the SciFi channel? If not, the premise is — well, the premise doesn’t matter. It’s basically a show where a dude and his buddies watch terrible movies and make fun of them.
It’s mostly harmless — just a couple funny guys mocking the terrible acting, cheesy special effects, and lazy writing from film makers who’s dreams eclipsed their talents. I still watch the odd episode but the experience turned a bit sour when I was watching the episode on “The Return of the Creature” — the sequel to “The Creature from the Black Lagoon”. There was nothing inherently bad about the episode — much of it was quite good. It’s just when you’re limited to one-off jokes about a bad line delivery or an awkward transition, it’s hard to have a more substantive conversation about why something fundamentally just isn’t working. Eventually I had to turn the episode off. I felt like all I wanted to talk about was the elephant in the room that no one else seemed to see or hear because the jokes kept getting in the way.
This might be a bigger deal than you might expect. Turns out, they may be cute and funny, but rampaging elephants kill 500 people every year. Ignoring the elephant in the room can literally be lethal.
I reflected on this, this past week as I was watching the footage of Senator Eric Schmitt’s aborted attempt to take down former special prosecutor, Jack Smith. To those who missed the exchange, Schmitt and co. got their greasy paws on a series of text messages between Smith’s colleagues concerning tickets to a basketball game. The GOP warned Schmitt that the texts had not been vetted, but Schmitt was gaming for a Perry Mason moment and a chance to score some brownie points from the sitting president. He opted to skip the vetting process in favor a trip to the print shop to give the text messages a glow-up before their big debut.

At the hearing, the various sitting Republicans took turns spewing insults in lieu of asking questions before the mic was finally passed to Schmitt. I’ve edited the full transcript for brevity but the key parts of the exchange went thusly:
Senator Schmitt: Did you ever go to Atlanta during your time as special counsel?
Mr. Jack Smith: I really don’t think so. It’s possible I flew through the Atlanta airport on the
way to Florida, but I do not have a recollection of going to Atlanta. I definitely did not go to a Hawks game, I’m sure of that.
Senator Schmitt: Okay. Did you ever meet Nathan Wade or Fani Willis in your time as special counsel?
Mr. Jack Smith: No.
Senator Schmitt: What would you say if I had a series of text messages from your team that said you were in Atlanta at a Warrior-Hawks game on February 3rd, 2024, the day after Willis and Wade announced their affair? I don’t think you know that we have this stuff.
Mr. Jack Smith: Yeah.
Senator Schmitt: So I’ll give you a second to process it so you don’t perjure yourself (Schmitt flashes his art project showing the texts).
[…]
Senator Schmitt: Thank you, Mr. Smith. In closing, I just want to say, in the famous words of the chief of the secret police under Stalin of show me the man, I’ll show you the crime. You may think you’re a hero in this story, but let me tell you something. You’re the villain. You’ve done so much damage, as a former prosecutor, I can say this, so much damage to the trust and faith people have in our system. You have weaponized the Department of Justice against political enemies to an extent that has never happened in the history of this country. You will go down as a total dirtbag. I yield my time.
The audience loved it. Conservative pundits Sean Hannity and Benny Johnson tweeted their praise, but all would later eat their words and none would have more to digest than Schmitt himself. It later transpired that Jack Smith had indeed gone to a basketball game…in Maryland. Schmitt and his team assumed it was Atlanta as that was the only NBA game showing that night, but it turns out Smith went to a women’s college game where the Iowa Hawkeyes squared off against the Maryland Terrapins.

To be clear, the exchange was hilarious. Watching a smug asshole trip over his own dick in real time is usually good for a healthy dose of schadenfreude. I’m certainly not above that. But something can be both cute and funny and still dangerous. Scratch beneath the surface and you’ll see just how close this gaffe came to discrediting both of special counsel Jack Smith’s investigations in the eyes of the MAGA faithful. Is it any wonder the GOP’s mascot is an elephant?
Because what exactly was Schmitt’s theory here? That if a lawyer purchases basketball tickets to a game in another city, he must be going there to conspire with a different lawyer investigating a different crime? Sure, both Smith and Willis were investigating Donald Trump’s actions following the 2024 election, but they weren’t even the same crimes or the same jurisdiction. Moreover, a text exchange concerning basketball tickets doesn’t even prove someone went to a basketball game, leave alone conspired with a disgraced prosecutor while in town. As far as smoking guns go it’s pretty flaccid, yet had Smith not corrected Schmitt during the hearing, it might have been enough.
There is no shortage of conspiracy theories in MAGA-world and no shortage of sycophants in the Republican Party looking to gain favor from a vain-glorious president. They don’t care about accuracy. They don’t even care about reality. They care about the perception of reality as determined by social media metrics. Taken this way, profiling a crackpot theory with bit of pageantry can be seen as a worthwhile endeavor. Consequences be damned.

It’s not hard to weave a conspiracy but it can be hard to vet them. Anyone can spew nonsense when given the opportunity but discrediting nonsense takes time. By the time the experts have completed their fact-check, the source of the original conspiracy will be safely ensconced in their bunker, far from the prodding questions of the reality police, where they can post their reel to social media and score some virtual high-fives by way of likes and shares, with full confidence their intended audience will ignore the subsequent fact-check, as it lacks the panache of the initial zinger. That’s how we end up with persistent conspiracies like immigrants eating cats, or ninjas vandalizing reflector pools, or stolen elections, embedding themselves so deep in the public consciousness, that no fact-check could ever hope to reach it.
In this particular case, Jack Smith was able to neutralize the worst of the damage by fact-checking Schmitt before the ink was dry on his stupid tweet board. Johnson and Hannity deleted their tweets and its not likely that anyone from the GOP will decide to go toe-to-toe with Jack Smith again any time soon. But even this case, Eric Schmitt got close. In spite of the gaffe, he received a glowing reception on the Charlie Kirk show podcast later that same day, where they praised his attack on Smith without acknowledging the gaffe.
Since then, the narrative has broadly turned against him but had Smith been a bit slower on the draw, he might not have been able to correct the narrative until Schmitt staged his retreat. By then it would have been too late. The elephant in the room will have gone on a rampage and while a rampage can be cleaned up, it can never be undone.

So go on, laugh at Eric Schmitt. I mean it, laugh. I did and I will again. I also laugh at elephants but I never lose sight of the threat they pose. Men like Schmitt are so consumed by a misplaced sense of superiority and a desperate need for validation that they will say anything to secure praise from the MAGA warriors. THAT is their goal. Fact-checks will be shrugged off as ‘Trump Derangement Syndrome’ as they bask in the glow of a PR victory, with full confidence that their followers won’t validate their statement. From there, there’s no limit to the carnage they can inflict.























