I mean, come on. Look how pretty she is! A doe-eyed, unblemished ingenue who couldn’t possibly have done anything wrong because … well, look at that dress! Snow white! And she looks so graceful. Like Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis lightly sprinkled in Cheeto dust.

Why would the House ever subpoena such an angel? Unless they want to ask her which hypoallergenic leave-in conditioner works best in St. Barts or something.

Hey, The New York Times is apparently wondering the same thing.

Um, okay. You know, in ordinary times, congressional subpoenas aren’t like invitations to timeshare seminars. They’re not really optional, unless your ex-boss is a wannabe tyrant.

Yeah, that’s pretty much what I thought.

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