This is getting ridiculous.

Six weeks ago, the former Senate Majority Leader was wheeled into a hospital. Since then, aside from a single smiling photograph of him in a hospital bed beside his wife, former Transportation Secretary Elaine Chao, Mitch McConnell has all but vanished. Where the hell is he?

Are we going to have to get Nic Cage to find him? Why not? McConnell is at least as old as some of the artifacts Cage tracked down in National Treasure.

Before anyone accuses me of wishing the man ill, let me be clear: I don’t. I hope he’s recovering in a nice warm terrarium somewhere.

Then again, I can certainly understand why even the most seasoned political operatives would want to escape D.C right now. Surely DoorDash has been delivering extra amounts of Taco Bell to Congress.

What I can’t understand is the silence.

One of the most consequential politicians of the last half-century has completely disappeared from public view, and Washington’s reaction has been a collective shrug. McConnell’s place of business, the so-called “world’s greatest deliberative body,” has barely uttered a word about the prolonged absence of one of its own. Isn’t that weird?

Worse, McConnell—a lover (and certainly a manipulator) of Senatorial procedure—may be violating the very rules he loved to cite. Rule 6 states that “no Senator shall absent himself from the service of the Senate without leave.” Did Mitch request his PTO before passing out? Has he requested since? If he’s worried about what people will say, he needn’t:........

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