OUT, DAMNED EMAILS!

Oh, good, an October Surprise—another cache of emails related to Hillary Clinton and the State Department.

Donald Trump must be creaming his jeans (not that he'd ever wear jeans; the man favors billion dollar suits).

And all because Anthony Weiner can't keep his texting in his pants.

The timing, of course, is crucial. And experts on the FBI are all pretty sure there will be no results coming before the election. (The emails must be embedded in Trump's tax returns.)

But it doesn't have to be that way. There might easily be a quick and dirty assessment of the emails. Put ten or twenty agents on them, triage them for applicability to national security.

Unfortunately, that probably won't happen, which could be devastating for Hillary, even if the emails turn out to be the sort of innocuous personal stuff she ordered deleted—a fat sample of the "missing" emails that Trump cries out for, and which probably still exist on computers all over the world.

In order for these latest emails to rise to the level of actual disaster for Clinton (when all the dust has cleared), they would have to contain items of the sort not found in the first batch sent to the FBI. There would have to be the equivalent of Top Secret mash notes sent directly to Putin.

Such emails are far from likely, but in the absence of information, what are folks to think?

Trump has leaped to his conclusion—same as it ever was. And his followers have no doubt followed.

It might not help, but we need to hear from Huma Abedin, Anthony Weiner's wife, to see if she can remember what that stuff was. (She can't just check; it's all on her husband's laptop, now in the possession of the FBI.) Such a statement wouldn't stop Trump from jumping all over her obviously biased testimony, but it might reassure Clinton supporters it's not time to jump ship.

In the absence of data, humans make up the details that do the least damage to their made-up worlds. Later, when the actual data becomes available, it's vetted, distorted, and selectively deleted by the brain—to maintain the illusion that nothing has changed.

Just bidness as usual. And we all have to live with the consequences.