Midway through every Yom Kippur when I lived in the Valley, attention-starved Brad Sherman, almost to the accompaniment of a Sousa march, blusterly would stride into my Orthodox synagogue.

On cue, the rabbi cooperatively would announce the arrival of the only Congressman baldly trolling for votes on Yom Kippur.

The ritual never varied. Mr. Sherman would look holy for a few minutes – and then, oops, with familiar clatter, he would hustle through the heart of the congregation and cynically advance to his next venue.

Against that backdrop, who can be surprised that the underachieving, hate-driven 11-term Congressman is the first dopey member to organize an impeachment campaign against President Trump?

He is not sure whether Mr. Trump is alleged to have colluded with Russia or Rush Limbaugh.

But lingering doubts and lack of information never have impeded Mr. Sherman.

He said he would be an iconoclast if he knew what the term meant because it sounds so appealing.

He also said no other Democrat has signed onto his impeachment proposal.

This means America may yet (nyet?) be saved from freelancing fools such as Mr. Sherman.