“So Senator, did he get the better of you?” Senator Norm Coleman’s face fell as he stood before the small crowd of expectant journalists. Struggling to find an answer that wouldn’t betray his dismay, Senator Coleman settled with, “Well, um, it wasn’t a contest.”
“But senator, you have nothing,” said the journalist. The statement hung in the air.
Outside in the Washington sunshine, three times the number of journalists crowded around George Galloway. They were shaking with glee.
The senators had come prepared to convict Galloway. But from Galloway’s first words the kangaroo court was turned on its head and the senators found themselves in the dock.
Before the world’s media, the rotten core of neo-conservatism was exposed.
Amid the gasps from the audience, the senators’ faces drained of smugness. They struggled for questions as their aides rushed to and fro clutching useless documents. The senators were a spent force and the hearing came to an abrupt end.
From the ringside seats it was clear that finally the message of the global anti-war movement had been heard loud and clear.
Cuban cigar smoke wafted into the Washington sky, where the sun shone brighter than ever. The senators had been taught some Respect.