Mick Mulvaney -- he tried so hard, so faithfully, so pathetically, so painfully. Lying, sneering, believing in the fables that the TrumPutin cadre put forth, and sincerely groveling in his faithfulness to his leader. But, Mick accidentally told the truth and that done him in, it did. He lost everything. Acting power over the White House staff, the Consumer Financial Protection Whatever, OMB -- all gone. Because Mick forgot that the credo of the TrumPutin regime is to put full faith in the lie, to never admit that the lie is not the truth. Mick admitted there had been a quid pro quo. Everyone knew it was so, but Mick said it. And for that moment of truth, Mick is now the envoy to Northern Ireland. Unless TrumPutin decides to build a golf club there, Mick will never be seen again among the grifters toadying up to the Obese Orange. Mick, we hardly knew ye -- but that was enough.
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One Word
Total Acquittal. The one word that, according to TrumPutin, best describes the impeachment outcome. A better single word is Total Assholes, one word that describes him, his administration, and the Republicans in Congress who suffer his foolhardiness gladly. Or maybe Total Partial Innocence, the same verdict from Mueller, who found him guilty but protected by the DoJ cult led by Barr. Total Partial Innocence of impeachment, the official line descending from a perfect call and read the transcripts to no perfect call, definitely a quid pro quo, fear of witnesses and testimony, read the part of the transcript where Total Partial Innocence is plausible. The cream rises never rises in TrumPutin's world. Or maybe Total Lies, the centerpiece of his administration, as well as his life. Not a stable genius, definitely a complete coward, not a businessman, yes a racist, and always a blowhard. Make America Whatever... etc etc etc
Stealing an Election the Right Way
The Republicans are adamant that the House didn't do its job, and that the investigation into TrumPutin and Ukraine is an attempt to steal the 2016, or the 2020 election, or both. Of course, they forget that the 2016 election was already stolen, the Electoral College already taking the election out of the hands of the voters and giving it over to a handful of states where the Orange One used the slimmest of popular votes to take all electoral votes. Now, that is the right way to steal an election, and more constitutional, according to them, than having to have the Supreme Court validate a dodgy outcome. Besides, they can use the Senate non-trial to illustrate how an effective quid pro quo really works: their votes to acquit a guilty leader in exchange for his stupid acquiescence to deregulation, travel bans, fine people in white nationalist thuggeries, drilling rights in the Arctic, fracking in North Dakota, Christian sharia ala Pence, etc. etc. etc. All TrumPutin has to do is wander around the country, inciting hate at his rallies, and let the Senate do its legislative work, making the world safe for autocrats, oligarchs, tax evaders, defense and wall contractors, and, of course, nepotism. Make America Whatever, on a red hat.
No Need to Say It
So Lindsey Graham had an interview to say that he was not going to be a fair juror. At least he was true to that statement, but ... Lindsey, why do you think you needed to say that? Why not have an interview and tell the world that you've decided not to be an unrepentant ass? Now, that would be news. It was obvious, from the time of your conversion from one who viewed TrumPutin as inadequate to the task of being even a pseudo-president, to one one who shrieks in support in order to secure golf dates with Rick Perry's chosen one, that you were never going to be a fair juror. Crazy Lindsey, Moscow Mitch, Toadying Ted, Demented Darin, Red-Faced Rudy, etc. etc. etc. TrumPutin's defenders queue up to tell the world what an almost-innocent man looks like, if only he didn't do things that were against the law. And now they have Alan the Clown, Jay the Idiotic, and Pat the witness/attorney to back up their sycophancy with constitutional nonsense. Never were the Republicans more devoid of character, logic, courage, or sense. Since yesterday, that is. Every day is a new record for stupidity for them.
A Witch Hunt Witch Hunt
The Republican search for TrumPutin's innocence has become the real witch hunt, and their explanations of his bribery is the real hoax. They are unable to see a quid pro quo, but are facile enough that they can fashion pseudo-innocence out of guilt without the slightest hint of shame. The greatest witch hunt in history is actually a hunt for TrumPutin's integrity. It is a fool's errand, which is why it is a task particularly well-suited for Graham, Moscow Mitch, Jordan, McCarthy, Nunes, et al. Those cheerleaders lead the call for the GOP and the base to shut their eyes and scream that they see no evidence. They offer no exculpatory evidence, and mock those who testify. If the cheerleaders and sycophants could offer testimony that proves TrumPutin's innocence, they would. Instead, having no evidence, they whimper and whine that Democrats are unfair and are endangering future corrupt presidents who want to subvert the Constitution and lie about it. TrumPutin bellows witch hunt, and leads the charge to cling like a barnacle to conspiracy theories. As TrumPutin presses the witch hunt canard, he instills fear in any Republican who refuses to echo his nonsense. The GOP dutifully abets their boss, claiming with a straight face that there is no collusion, the proof being that TrumPutin and his team are too stupid to collude. Their innocence is based on the legal grounds that his plan to obstruct was incompetently executed, therefore invisible. The GOP are not able any longer to say out loud that there was no quid pro quo, and rather than plead the Fifth, they plead ignorance. How comforting for the nation.
Swole
So TrumPutin's head is photoshopped on Stallone's body. He's so proud, suddenly no longer obese. The base is proud, too, seeing nothing unusual in their favorite clown adopting a fictitious body to go along with the orange skin and ridiculous hair. Other photshopping that should be added to the swole TrumPutin collection: His head on a person reading a book, creating a first for Trumputin, real or imaginary. His head on Jesus, to confirm for Rick Perry the idea of TrumPutin as the savior, the chosen one, the real estate developer from heaven. His head on Jim Mattis' body, so TrumPutin can pretend that he served in the military and had no issues with imaginary bone spurs. His head on Hillary's body, so he can pretend he won the popular vote. His head on Obama's body, to create the idea that he knows what the hell he is doing. His head on Rudy's body, so he can pretend he has had three wives, lies every time he opens his mouth, and makes no sense - oops, not necessary. Putin's head on TrumPutin's body, creating a vision of the person TrumPutin really wants to be, if he ever grows up. Putin, of course, does the thinking for both of them.
Blatherskite
TrumPutin is mentally ill. He rages like Lear, without the benefit of ever having read a line of Shakespeare. Democrats, Shithole countries, Muslims, Mexican rapists and drug dealers, the Squad, Baltimore, Democrats, the Federal Reserve, Witch Hunts, Hoaxes, His Generals, Bad Generals, Obama, etc. etc. etc. Nonsense, Lies, Fairy Tales, Blather. Anyone who opposes him - anyone and anything that does not buy into the myth of his genius and historical whatever - is on the receiving end of a scathing tweet from the Moron-in-Chief. The consummate liar, the die-hard coward, the pussy-grabbing-evangelical-in-chief, the once-and-future real estate charlatan, rails against all his enemies, howling at the moon and flying off to campaign events to soothe his savage and ignorant soul. His lieutenants, cowed into submission and obeisance by TrumPutin and the threats of his savage and ignorant base, or his savage and ignorant lawyers, hunker in their weakness, summoning the temerity to castigate the Democrats' process while offering no evidence of innocence. Blatherskite, impeachable blatherskite
Expiration Date
Steve Mnuchin, he of the exquisite ethics and morals, will attend this year's financial party in Saudi Arabia. No doubt, the coterie normally attending will drag along: the TrumPutin children Jared and Ivanka, plus Cabinet scofflaws Ross, et al., and economic advisors desperate to cash in before their idol is impeached and convicted. Last year, out of deference to the bad optics surrounding the Saudis' murder and mutilation of Jamal Khashoggi, the TrumPutin heavy-hitters stayed away from the party. But it's been a year; Khashoggi is old news and there is so much good coming out of Saudi Arabia - extended stays at Trump Hotels, oil production protected by U.S. troops, climate change outweighed by development and jobs, etc. The good news to TrumPutin fans is that the expiration date on morals in the TrumPutin regime is one year. When morals and ethics erupt in his regime, they put a damper on economic virtue that is depressing to the true TrumPutin stalwart. Almost as depressing as wildlife getting in the way of timber roads and oil exploration. The better news for TrumPutinistas is the proof that ethics will have only a rare and temporary impression on TrumPutin, Goldman Sachs, or anyone serving at the whim of the Moron-in-Chief. Ethics and morals will always be a passing spasm for them. Small government requires small, temporary morals and ethics. So they will go to Saudi Arabia, celebrate the Crown Prince, forget murder and celebrate plausible deniability, and convince the Crown Prince to stay more often at Trump Hotels. It's TrumPutin's foreign policy.
Treason, Sayeth the King
And so now it's treasonous to oppose the King. TrumPutin vows that anyone questioning his authority or prerogatives, and certainly anyone challenging the stupidity and hatred that forms the basis for his policies and actions, is a spy and a traitor. TrumPutin believes wholeheartedly, based on the reading of the Constitution by his Attorney General and his personal attorney, and in the words of autocrats everywhere and from all time, that he is the State. Not the Deep State, which is comprised of Democrats and teenagers interested in changing the destruction of climate change, but the Good State, the one that rewards friends and family, and most of all, oneself. So a challenge to his "perfect" call has to be dealt with by maximum force. Ironically, his call came closer to transparency than most of his other claims, and his request of the Ukrainian president was clear in its purpose. Help me, comrade, and your rewards will be aid, and other emoluments that I and Moscow Mitch and other true believers can contrive. Oh, my, "perfect" is too casual a term for such cooperation. "Bribery" is a more succinct term, "corruption" is appropriate, but perhaps the best description of the call is "treason."
And What Makes You Sound Stupid?
TrumPutin claims it's the lightbulb that makes him look orange. And that it's bad, because apparently he thinks he's not really an orange guy. So that's good to know, and since he's figured out what makes him look orange, now the question is, does he know what it is that makes him sound stupid? Is it the teleprompter that malfunctions and forces him to stumble over prepared remarks? Do the big words run together so that he sounds like one of his sons trying to fathom a third-grade reader? What makes him look so fat and wobbly as he waddles up to the lectern? Who has coached him to imitate the Mussolini look? The jaw stuck out, a look of superiority layered with insecurities so pronounced that only a Marine helicopter or fawning senators can make him feel like a warrior not plagued with conveniently materializing bone spurs that prevent him from the honor of going to war in far-away countries? A nation awaits your next lie, your Orange-ness.