The Taste of Redemption

You didn't think I'd let the best political news in the last 8 years -- since this fetid sack of diseased haggis descended down the escalator -- go to waste did you?

I only wish Deb were around to see this. We spent many hours arguing/discussing the fate of this 289 lbs. Benedict Donald. She believed he would walk away scott free. I have always, perhaps delusionally, believed justice will be done (I know, there's a long way to go). 

Furthermore, I believe it will be a direct result of his own stupidity and toxic narcissism.

"These documents belong to me. Read the Presidential Records Act, I can do whatever I want with them, which by the way, I declassified. Just by thinking about it. Bam, they're declassified."

Think about that Red Hats, you put this lobotomized, ketchup throwing, pornstar banging clown in the White House. Where, by the way, everyone from China to Russia, Saudi Arabia to Israel, outwitted him (not that difficult) and manipulated him for their own agenda.

When the news broke last Thursday that Jack Smith, a Syracuse guy (meaning, full of heart and determination) brought 7 indictments forward you can just imagine the dopamine that was sent coursing through my body. The news got even better when on the following day, the indictment count went up to 37, including an ESPIONAGE charge on each Top Secret Classified document that detailed weapons inventory, nuclear capabilities and specific retaliatory war plans against Iran in the event of a first strike.

That's some major shit.

I know a little about intel gathering from reading about the exploits of Mossad. As well as the CIA and KGB. Sophisticated methods and spycraft go into each document. Our adversaries know how to read these documents and make certain inferences about players and processes. Lives were put at risk. 

And now our lives are at greater risk. 

All because this mewling, earth-vexxing moldwarp wanted some souvenirs from his glory days!

It's all so unbelievable. 

Made even more so when the DOJ released pictures of boxes and how they were stored at Mara Lago. 

In the sloppy storage room, 

where the brain dead douchebiscuit kept his scrapbooks and skinny suits 

that he no longer fits in...

In the shabby hotel bathroom reserved for Gold Members, 

who wouldn't spring the extra $50k for a Platinum Membership...

And, in the same eyesore banquet room that hosted the Feinberg Bar Mitzvah 

("Everyone on the dance floor, it's time for the Hora, you too, Ira")...

 

As one of my Facebook friends commented, it is all so remarkably, "SURREAL."

Even more surreal, is the fact that 75 million hoodwinked Americans want to re-install this nightmarish Russian stooge back into office.

I hope this LSD wears off soon.