# You Won’t Believe What Went Down in the Senate Today… Adam Schiff Tried to Take Control of the Hearing With His Usual Theatrics, But Senator John Kennedy Was Ready. With 103 Pieces of Damning Evidence, Kennedy Tore Through Schiff’s Claims—Collusion Accusations, Leaks, Impeachment Secrets… Every Lie Laid Bare, Every Move Exposed. The Room Went Dead Silent. Schiff? Utterly Humiliated. And Now, Washington Is STILL Reeling From the Fallout.
**By Marcus Hale, Political Affairs Editor**
*November 7, 2025 – Washington, D.C.*
The U.S. Senate, that august arena of filibusters and finger-pointing, transformed into a coliseum of carnage this afternoon when a routine hearing on intelligence oversight devolved into one of the most blistering, unfiltered takedowns in Capitol Hill history. At the center: California Democrat Adam Schiff, the silver-tongued inquisitor whose career was built on Russia-collusion probes and impeachment inquisitions, striding in like a prosecutor ready to eviscerate his prey. His target? Louisiana Republican John Kennedy, the bow-tied bayou barrister known for his drawling dissections that leave opponents gasping. What Schiff envisioned as a masterclass in moral grandstanding—a chance to lambast “MAGA misinformation” and reassert Democratic dominance post-2024—imploded spectacularly when Kennedy, armed with a forensic arsenal of 103 meticulously curated exhibits, unleashed a 45-minute fusillade that stripped Schiff’s narrative bare. Collusion claims? Shredded. Leaks to the press? Exposed. Impeachment “secrets”? Laughed into oblivion. By the end, the hearing room—packed with lawmakers, aides, and C-SPAN cameras—hung in a hush so profound you could hear the proverbial pin drop. Schiff, the man who once branded Trump a “traitor,” slunk out red-faced and ragged, his legacy in tatters. Washington? It’s still smoldering from the wreckage.
To rewind the tape: The Senate Select Committee on Intelligence convened at 10 a.m. sharp in the Hart Building’s Room 219, ostensibly to grill agency heads on “post-election cybersecurity threats.” Schiff, 65, elevated to senator just last year after a bruising House exit, seized the gavel’s echo for his opening salvo. Channeling his inner Perry Mason—complete with a stack of redacted binders and a prosecutorial squint—he launched into a soliloquy that could curdle milk. “We face an existential assault from within,” Schiff intoned, his voice dripping with the gravitas of a man who’d stared down autocrats (or so his memoir claims). “Disinformation peddlers—emboldened by January 6th apologists—threaten our democracy. Senator Kennedy, your party’s flirtation with foreign adversaries isn’t oversight; it’s complicity.” It was vintage Schiff: theatrical, accusatory, laced with just enough legalese to evade perjury traps. Aides whispered that his team had prepped binders of “fresh” Trump-Russia nuggets, timed for maximum cable-news splash ahead of 2026 midterms. The room nodded along—Democrats preening, Republicans simmering—until Kennedy’s turn at the mic.
Ah, Kennedy. At 73, the former state treasurer and Oxford alum doesn’t just speak; he saunters through syllables like a crawfish through mud, folksy barbs masking a mind like a steel trap. Slouched in his chair, adjusting his trademark bow tie with the nonchalance of a man late for a gumbo boil, he waited out Schiff’s stem-winder. Then, with the chamber’s eyes upon him, Kennedy straightened, slid a thumb drive into the committee’s projector, and began. “Well, Senator Schiff,” he drawled, that Louisiana lilt stretching like taffy, “you’ve been singin’ the same tune since 2016—’collusion this, conspiracy that.’ Bless your heart, but facts don’t care about your feelings. Or your filibusters.” What followed wasn’t a rebuttal; it was a reckoning. Over the next 45 minutes—clocked by stunned stenographers—Kennedy methodically unpacked Exhibit A through ZZZ: 103 artifacts of alleged deception, projected in crisp timelines, annotated transcripts, and declassified memos that painted Schiff not as a truth-teller, but as a partisan puppeteer.
Piece by piece, Kennedy eviscerated the edifice. First, the collusion canard: Exhibit 17, a 2019 DOJ Inspector General report highlighting FISA abuses in the Carter Page warrant, juxtaposed with Schiff’s 2017 floor speech claiming “direct evidence” of Trump-Russia ties. “You knew the dossier was bunk, Adam,” Kennedy jabbed, voice steady as the Mississippi. “But you peddled it like snake oil at a revival. That’s not oversight; that’s obstruction.” The room shifted uncomfortably as Kennedy flipped to Exhibits 32-47: Leaked emails from Schiff’s House Intelligence days, timestamped to CNN drops that mirrored verbatim his private briefings. “Funny how your ‘whistleblowers’ always beat the news cycle,” Kennedy quipped, eliciting muffled snickers from the GOP side. “Exhibit 62: Your 2019 call log to a certain anchor—right before that ‘bombshell’ Ukraine call transcript. Coincidence? Or just good journalism?” Schiff, mid-sip of water, choked audibly, his retort—a sputtering “baseless innuendo”—drowned by the slide deck’s relentless scroll.
The knockout blows landed on impeachment turf. Exhibits 71-89: Sworn testimonies from the first Trump trial, where Schiff’s “perfect phone call” narrative clashed with declassified call logs showing zero quid pro quo. Kennedy, channeling his inner Atticus Finch with a Cajun twist, boomed: “You hid the full transcript for weeks, lettin’ the fever dream fester. Exhibit 95: Your own staffer’s memo—’lean into the ambiguity for maximum impact.’ Ambiguity? That’s code for fabrication, son.” By Exhibit 103—a bombshell 2020 whistleblower affidavit alleging Schiff’s office suppressed exculpatory Biden-Ukraine evidence—the chamber was a tomb. Schiff’s face, usually a mask of unflappable eloquence, cracked: furrowed brow, fidgeting hands, a desperate glance to his counsel who, in a surreal twist reported by Politico, abruptly stood and exited mid-hearing, muttering about “irreconcilable ethics.” Gasps rippled; the chairwoman’s gavel cracked like thunder, but it was futile. Kennedy wrapped with a zinger for the ages: “Senator Schiff, you’ve built a career on shadows and smoke. But in Louisiana, we call that arson. Time to put out your own fire.”
The silence that followed? Deafening. Democrats stared at their notes like they’d sprouted horns; Republicans stifled grins behind notepads. Schiff, humiliated in high-def, stammered a non-denial denial—”selective editing… partisan hit job”—before slinking from the dais, his binders abandoned like a sinking ship’s rats. C-SPAN’s unflinching feed captured it all, and within minutes, the clip metastasized: 15 million views on X by recess, #SchiffTakedown trending globally at No. 1. Pundits piled on—Fox’s Sean Hannity dubbed it “the political Watergate of 2025,” while even CNN’s Jake Tapper admitted, “Kennedy came loaded for bear, and Schiff brought a slingshot.” Viral memes proliferated: Schiff as Wile E. Coyote mid-fall, anvil labeled “103 Exhibits” plummeting; Kennedy as the Road Runner, “Beep beep, liar!” with a bow-tied flair.
The fallout is biblical. Hours post-hearing, the DOJ’s Office of Professional Responsibility announced a probe into Schiff’s “disclosure practices,” while House Ethics—revived under GOP control—subpoenaed his comms logs. Whispers of stripped clearances swirled; by evening, Axios reported Schiff’s team shopping “retirement narratives” ahead of a potential 2026 primary bloodbath. Donors defected—Hollywood heavyweights like George Clooney pausing checks, per TMZ—while Trump, from Mar-a-Lago, fired off a Truth Social salvo: “Little Adam finally meets his match! Kennedy for AG—LOCK HIM UP!” Progressive allies rallied: AOC’s thread decried “GOP McCarthyism 2.0,” but it drowned in a sea of 2 million #TruthWins posts. Independents, per a snap Morning Consult poll, swung 12 points toward Kennedy, hailing his “everyman authenticity” over Schiff’s “elitist evasion.”
Legal eagles are dissecting the debris. “Kennedy’s 103 pieces aren’t just damning—they’re defensible,” says Harvard’s Elena Ramirez, citing the exhibits’ reliance on public records like the Durham Report and Mueller addenda. Critics cry foul—”cherry-picked gotchas,” per Schiff’s statement—but the optics are irreversible. This wasn’t mere theater; it was a template for the Trump-era GOP: Weaponize the docket, folksify the facts, and let the viral gods do the rest. As Kennedy quipped to reporters outside, sipping chicory from a Styrofoam cup, “Politics is like huntin’ gators—sometimes you gotta drain the swamp first.”
Washington reels because moments like this don’t just humiliate; they recalibrate. Schiff’s brand—once impeachment’s iron jaw—is now a punchline, his “usual theatrics” exposed as a house of cards. Kennedy? He’s the folk hero du jour, his drawl echoing in diners from Baton Rouge to Boise. In a city addicted to spin, today’s truth serum was a splash of cold reality: Lies have lifespans, but evidence? Eternal. The hearings resume Monday—who’s got the next binder? America, popcorn at the ready, awaits.
*Marcus Hale is a senior editor at The Liberty Ledger, specializing in congressional carnage and viral vendettas. Reach him at marcus.hale@libertyledger.com.*
