Well, Attorney General Barr did his job as a Trump lackey appointee and threw cold water on any Special Counsel Robert Mueller findings over the weekend. I think the passage of time will reveal some more positive takeaways, but for now, what do we do? This?
Okay, so I did a little of that myself on Sunday. The Mueller investigation was not the end game. It has spun off so many other investigations that will continue on. I also have a feeling that when House Democrats get their hands on the full Mueller report, maybe Trump will start to once again look a bit more collusiony and obstructiony when all the details are revealed.
So put down the bottle and ask yourself …
My life has been decidedly different the past two months. Sure, the Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s holidays have played a role in changing my life as I have been selling my blood plasma weekly in order to pay for holiday entertaining and presents. Do you know how hard it is to type when you’re woozy from being a pint low? But that’s not the real change. I’m talking about shedding a weight that has rested heavy on my shoulders the past two years. I know, I know, I should also shed some weight around my mid-section. But that weight on my shoulders was formidable, and now it is almost completely gone, lifting itself from my shoulders pound by pound daily over the past two months. And it has definitely changed this blog. Thank God something has. I’ll explain.
Hmmm, what is it about Holiday Inns and Trump circus events recently? Steve Bannon performed his white nationalist act to an almost empty Holiday Inn in Topeka, Kansas recently. And now 2 pro-Trump, anti-Mueller clowns performed their disappearing victim magic trick at a Holiday Inn in DC.
Meet Jacob Wohl and Jack Burkman, GOP operatives, if by operatives, I mean morons.
On the left, Jacob Wohl is a 20-year-old disgraced former hedge fund manager who earned a lifetime ban on futures trading and has since turned himself into a Trump-supporting conspiracy theorist online. On the right, Jack Burkman held a press conference with his pants fly open.
They were there to present a victim of sexual abuse at the hands of Russia Special Counsel Robert Mueller, a very serious charge.
- Except the victim did not appear.
- Except the firm leading the investigation has a phone number that goes to Jacob Wohl’s mom’s cell phone. (Wohl to mom, “Mom, I hate you. You know you are supposed to answer your phone as Surefire Intelligence.”)
- Except Surefire Intelligence’s website shows fake employees with stock photos.
- Except there is evidence that Robert Mueller was somewhere else the day of the alleged assault.
- Except there was a Trump Rat Truck in the parking lot visible from the window of the press conference room.
The NFL season has begun. That means my fantasy football season has begun. That means my fantasy feuding with my Trump-loving relatives in my family’s fantasy football league has begun. Say that 3 times fast.
I explained in a prior post about my plan to tweak the Trumpkin relatives in my family’s fantasy football league with Trump-baiting team names. I entered our online draft as the DC United Patriots with this team logo.
That elicited nary a comment. Who can complain about someone with a patriotic team name and logo? So for week 1, I decided to turn up the tweaking a bit. Here’s my week 1 team logo …
Donald Trump cares. He knows we don’t have as much time as he does to watch television and tweet about what he just saw on Fox and Friends. He is always trying to help us through Twitter. He just helped us again. He knows we may not be able to keep up with all the times he obstructed justice during interviews, press conferences, rallies, statements, and tweets. Just in case we forgot that he has obstructed justice, we are grateful that he dropped this tweet on us …
I am heading back on the road today, this time for business. As I pack, this trip feels different. I will no longer be travelling through the “land of the free and home of the brave” according to the Star-Spangled Banner. We now keep migrant children in cages, and Trump supporters fear them. Woody Guthrie wrote “This land is your land, this land is my land,” but that no longer applies. Thanks to the Trump Muslim ban being upheld by the Supreme Court, this land is not a land for Muslims any longer.
Will I do anything different this trip?
This tweet from Trump actually started out good, but then …
Someone woke up grumpy.
It’s my birthday today, but nobody cares, including me. My birthday is being completely overshadowed by Flynn Flip Friday which is fine by me. I wasn’t surprised or even upset that the first (and maybe last) annual Christmas Tree lighting ceremony on my birthday eve under Trump literally drew tens of people to it …
I was up well before dawn on this Thanksgiving day. That’s not unusual, because Dawn usually likes to sleep late on holidays. I was on a mission. There was a 48″ TV on sale at 6AM at a local store for 200 bucks. Our TV is only 32″, and no, I do not feel emasculated typing that. So I was up at 5AM and getting ready to leave when I recalled this story from last night’s Rachel Maddow Show …
I saw on Twitter that someone added this creative and really well-done sign to the fence at the front of Paul Manafort’s house …
Kinda’ clever and funny, but based on the money laundering charges filed against him by Robert Mueller’s team, I would have been satisfied with this sign …
BREAKING NEWS …
Donald Trump’s choice to be the Department of Agriculture’s chief scientist, Sam Clovis (not a scientist) has withdrawn himself from consideration for the position in light of his recent testimony to Robert Mueller’s investigative team and grand jury regarding his time as a member of the Trump campaign.
However, in an unprecedented break with Clovis, deciding to remain in consideration for the position at the Department of Agriculture are the jowls and throat wattle of Clovis. A spokesperson for Clovis’s jowls and throat wattle released a statement saying, “A meaty position like this at the USDA requires a similarly meaty candidate, and the jowls and throat wattle of Sam Clovis certainly meat <wink> that criteria.”
This would indeed be a rare occurrence if jowls and a throat wattle are considered for such a choice, meaty position, and if confirmed, it would be a job well done. Gawd, I’m hungry for a steak now.