Yes,
That's A Sears Poncho.
If Donald Trump had hired Hannibal
Lecter to be his Attorney General and
he began systematically eating his
staff, alphabetically, I would be less
surprised by that knowledge than the
recently acquired affirmation that
Bill Barr was spying on his boss's
perceived Democratic enemies.
Bill Barr has long been known to believe
that this country would be better off
with an all-powerful dicatator (As
long as he was Conservative) rather
than these silly old Presidents. His
resume for the position of AG reads "Oh,
Don, you exceptional assemblage of
God's finest DNA, you are so magnificent
and manly and powerful and handsome
and wise and ultra-groovy. And, oh,
what hair you have! Please allow this
insignificant to worm to hone your
terrible swift sword, and order your
favorite cheeseburgers, as you wield
supreme executive power over those
insignificant peons who know nothing
of reality TV shows, teen beauty contests,
and cheap steaks."
Or something close to that.
The really disgusting part about this
particular chapter in the darkest four
years of White House history is that
Barr didn't need to spy on anyone.
It was clear to any person with a pulse
that the Republican-led Senate was
not going to impeach Trump even if
the Mueller Report had clearly and
concisely offered evidence that Trump
was a traitorous bastard.
You know, instead of "Donald Trump
is connected with at least ten counts
of Obstruction of Justice. But that's
for the Congress to decide."
Yeah, the GOP decided all right. They
decided that they'd rather sit quietly
and empower a madman to run the country
rather than explain to their constituents
why Russia was suddenly releasing all
of those compromising photos of GOP
Senators, who'd inexpicably voted "Aye",
playing "Hide the Salami" with
underage cabana boys.
Will we soon learn about other Barr-related
outrages?
Does the Pope poop on a golden
toilet seat?
=Lefty=
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