June 22, 2017
You know you have really made it as president (or “predisent”
as Chrump’s lawyer spelled it) when you have to hire a team of lawyers to keep
your presidential ass out of jail. You know it’s getting even better when
everybody who works in your administration also has to hire their own lawyers. It
is a veritable swarm of legal locusts descending on the Chrump Waste House.
Layers and layers of lawyers. Chrump has lawyers, Jared has lawyers, Pence has
a lawyer, Flynn, Manafort and others have lawyers, Jeff Sessions, the illegal
Attorney General who perjured himself during his confirmation hearing has a
lawyer. No one yet knows how many other Chrumpsters are or will be lawyering up
in the near future. One of Chrump’s lawyers may have broken the law by telling
all the poor suckers who signed on to work in the Chrump Waste House that they
did not need lawyers – they do, as does he. But the feces-flavored icing on the
Chrump poop-cake has to be that Donald Chrump’s lawyers have now hired lawyers.
That has to be a very, very good sign. Believe me. Right now, thousands of
lawyers are celebrating in the streets. How long before the lawyers’ lawyers
need their own lawyers?
How galling it must be for such a big winner to see his
whole giant con going up in a puff of Crayola-orange smoke. Though he tells
himself and anyone who must listen what a tremendous job he is doing (and
Chrump is, as always, very impressed with himself), he is surrounded by more
lawyers than fawning fans. He hates his new “job”. He wants more than almost
anything to walk away. His “friends” say Chrump hates living in Washington
(which he does several days a week according to some sources). I imagine the
feeling is mutual. It also appears that the demanding nature of the job he
never actually wanted is taking its toll on his terrifically incredible
stamina. This is quite surprising since the Orange Gas Cloud has handed over
every duty of substance to Jared or somebody else. Mostly Jared. Chrump spends
most of his non-tweeting hours golfing and screaming at the television. Since
Chrump is neither interested in nor capable of actually being a president, one
supposes that this is more a blessing than a curse. Unfortunately Chrump either
appointed or nominated everyone around him so we are likely, in the vernacular…f*cked.
According to one adviser, Chrump “doesn’t want to go down in history as a guy
who tried and failed. He doesn’t want to be the second president in history to
resign.” All I can say is take your pick Don – fail or resign…though you can have
both. Or you could just fire Robert Mueller and let others do the rest. As usual.
All that being said, it should be noted that Chrump’s “hair”
alone should have been sufficient evidence of his delusional over-inflated ego
and proof that he should not only be disqualified from running for office, but
from showing his fiber-topped face in public. But, it was not. Surely then, his
Wrestlemania-like entrance into the 2016 race, highlighted by calling most
Mexicans rapists and murderers should have caused most Americans to recoil in
disgust. But, it did not. Then came a too-numerous-to-mention slow-motion
barrage of unpardonable words and deeds culminating, some thought in his
historic “grab ‘em by the pussy” expose, any of which, and surely the sum of
which should have relegated the Orange Buffoon to history’s footnotes. But,
they could not. So it is with an ocean of chagrin, yet a mountain of
trepidation, born of watching this colossal conman sidestep one fatal landmine
after another that I keep my fingers crossed to the point of stopping
circulation and the risk of amputation that finally Chrump will be exposed for
all to see and his darkening of our national door ended once and for all.
I. Mangrey reporting. Remember, if you don’t get pissed off,
you will get pissed on.
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