You want just the evidence?
On the audio file, Congressman Adam Uttershett’s voice is distorted, as if being amplified over an old public address system with blown speakers:
“The width of the stairway only allows one person, one single person, one, to walk up or down at a time. So no television cameras. In fact, no cameras at all! We aren’t allowing them. Nope. The witnesses must be protected. And so, please be quick. Leave your gear upstairs and come down and hear our first witness…err, guest, a certain Colonel Petr Shapula, a naturalized U.S. citizen originally from Ukraine,”—there is some crackling in the audio just here—“but here and in the American military for quite some time now, serving in the West Wing itself, on the President’s own foreign intelligence advisory panel now.” There’s a pause. “Well, who could be more perfect to start with than this? Let’s hear what he has to say. Just empty your pockets and come down to the basement here, one at a time. Be quick about it. We don’t have room for everybody. We want to start shooting. I mean, it’s no shed—but there are limits. Hurry now. Hurry!”
There’s a click, then next on the memory card’s file for that day in the fall of 2019, is this:
“Hello? Colonel? Glad you could join us today.” Congressman Uttershett’s voice is clearer than before. There’s a picture of him, from the same memory card, taken with a small stick-pin camera I had snuck in. He’s sticking out his pink paw to a stiff Army muscleman in a brown dress suit. Uttershett’s just acting friendly, like they always do in California. But this Army colonel’s tight blond crewcut doesn’t wave back like Uttershett’s used to. His lips don’t smile back reflexively. He isn’t coming back friend-inducible. And what is more, he’s built like a rock’em-sock’em robot, one of the red and blue duo Uttershett remembers from his youth. You can see all this just in the picture. The audio continues:
“Will you be a good witness,” Uttershett says in a teasing tone, “tell us now the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about what’s going on?” You can hear him smile, as if at…his next meal.
“Why don’t I just shut up—and let you tell us your story, Colonel. Where would you like to begin?” Uttershett asks the concrete cucumber who’s been polished in position behind an old wide-mouthed microphone in the center of the room. “Perhaps on Day One? Or do you want to get right down to business—and tell us about that meeting last month with Ukraine?”
It’s Matt here, and I know, the alliteration’s too froufrou, but I also know you remember the rest, so I won’t transcribe more of it. Just go to DuckDuckGo.com Uttershett House Impeachment Testimony Petr Shapula if you need a review. It’s all there, available to whomever wants the proof.
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