The Snake Eating Its Tail
December 25, 2020
Donald Chrump is so angry with the Republican’t party for
daring to display the slightest modicum of independence, some even having the
gall to admit that Chrump was soon to be an ex-president, that he is even
willing to claim a desire to do something to help people. Chrump, a master of
delusion, assumed that he had complete control over McConnell’s boys, especially
after they bailed his sorry ass out after being IMPEACHED.
After months of Democrats passing rescue measures, and Mitch
McConnell trying to kill more Americans to pile on top of Chrump’s more than
300,000 personally-sponsored COVID-19 dead bodies, Moscow Mitch finally decided
he had to make a deal with the House and pass legislation to delay, if only
slightly and very temporarily, the further demise of countless American
families teetering on the brink of poverty, starvation and death. Needless to
say, McConnell did not do this out of any charitable or altruistic urges. He
signed on to this pittance of a relief bill because he saw it was the only way
he might hold on to his Senate majority seat. Nonetheless, a deal was finally
struck to put another pittance into the pockets of desperate Americans trying
to survive the economic side effects of the virus pandemic.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, into the fray that was finally
no longer a fray, rides the Orange Knight. Chrump had at this point only one
simple task, having ignored the months-long negotiations – to sign the bill
into law. He instead pretended to that he did not like the hard-fought
legislation, threw a hissy fit and forced an already fed-up nation to see his
fake face and listen to his painful voice, and end up, as has so often been the
case every time Chrump opens his mouth, in shock.
Crump went in front of the cameras and whined that
Congress must, “increase the ridiculously low $600 to $2000 and to send me a
suitable bill, or else the next administration will have to deliver a COVID
relief package, and maybe that administration will be me.” After threatening to
veto the bill, he simply did nothing – the worst possible play. Congress could,
and likely would have overridden his sickening veto, but by refusing to either
sign or veto, the bill will now just lie there, wasting away just like Chrump
himself – a useless pile of words.
In an unmistakable attempt to make Ebenezer Scrooge look
like Mother Teresa, the IMPEACHED Fake Lame-Duck president then flew out of Washington,
DC to continue avoiding his job at Mor-on Lago, where some believe he will live
out the remaining days of his ill-gotten, criminally-drenched, disastrous,
single term in office.
They knew he was a snake before they took him in. Well, I
sure as hell did.
I. Mangrey reporting. Endeavor to persevere. Happy
Holidays…that’s right, I said it.
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