Go Cassie

 We are now in the 7th Season of the Shitgibbon Shit Show. That 2015 ride down escalator was the perfect metaphor for the slow methodical descent of the USA.

The latest episode introduced us to a new character, Cassie Hutchinson. An intelligent, articulate, brave 25 year old who possesses the poise of a woman twice her age. Though I'm hesitant to label her a hero, as her bombshell testimony would have been more welcome and more significant had she decided to spill the beans at the TFG's 2nd Impeachment. 

I still can't believe we're living in a time of a twice impeached president, who only got off scott free because of partisan hacks in the Upper Chamber, is the torch bearer for the GOP. 

Does anyone seiously believe he wasn't blackmailing Zelensky for dirt on Hunter? He said to Zelensky, "You don't even have to open a real investigation on Hunter Biden, just say you are and we'll do the rest."

Mmmmm, that sounds like the same Colonel Fuckknuckle who told the DOJ, "Just say you're doing an election fraud investigation, me and the GOP will take it from there."

Nevertheless, Cassie -- we're on a first name basis -- blew the doors off 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. with tales of Shady McShaderton telling the Secret Service to ignore his armed supporters.

Followed by a second hand story of how that Fishbrained fascist ordered (and grappled with) the driver of The Beast to deliver him to the Capitol.

Let's not skip over the thinly-veiled mafioso style threats to Trump staffers who were testifying before the committee. I'm no lawyer but I believe that's a crime in and of itself.

But perhaps most entertaining of all, was when Cass regaled the nation with stories of a volcanic NY temper that simply could not be contained. Having grown up in NYC and worked at my fathers shabby and raucous office by the meatpacking district in lower Manhattan, I found this to be the most entertaining. 

And let's face it, entertainment is all we're going to get from this embarassing and shameful 1/6 American travesty. Thanks in large, no, all, part, of the complicit GOP, the party that once stood by the Constitution and the notion of personal accountability but now stands closer to the ATM machine in order to deposit checks. From Lobbyists. From the NRA. From Russian Mafioso Oligarchs. Who knows?

All I know is the scene of Captain Ouchie Foot blowing his lid and tossing his well done Porterhouse steak, slathered in ketchup against the wall of the White House, is one I will take to my grave.

With a shit-eating grin on my face.

#FuckTrump