Congressional hearings, without the teeth of an independent special prosecutor, are a total farse.
Sounds like a disease: Clapper-Yates.
Patient: What’s wrong, Doc? What’s the matter with me? Why do I have this awful rash?
Doctor: I’m sorry, son. Looks like you’ve come down with a case of Clapper-Yates.
Patient: Clapper - what?
Doctor: Clapper-Yates. It’s a kind of diarrhea of the mouth exacerbated with hubris and willful ignorance. There’s only one known cure.
Patient: What’s that, Doc?
Doctor: Suicide.