Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Fat Don the Sewer Rat's Former Fixer Fixes the Record While His Ex-Boss, Cadet Bone Spurs, Hits Hanoi to Play Footsie With Fellow Fatso

Picture of a hapless fat rat stuck in a sewer cover grate in Bensheim, Germany this past weekend. The hapless rodent was actually freed by the city fire department -- and allowed to return into the sewer.

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The image of a fat rat getting caught seems quite apt for tomorrow's House public testimony by former Donald Trump personal attorney ("fixer") Michael D. Cohen about all the mob-like dirty work he did for him. Cohen's opening statement was already released tonight; see here.

I strongly recommend reading it. Quite amazing. And let me be clear -- the "rat" here is Trump and the mob-like criminal syndicate he runs.

On that point of mob-like operation, that pathetic piece of shit Rep. Matt Gaetz is doing his best to prove the point. His father -- a former prominent Florida state politician -- must be very proud. Ditto the carefully gerrymandered "GOP Base" that elects him.

Matt Gaetz: Today's perfect GOP pol.

As for Cohen's testimony, the part that really struck me is this:

During the campaign, Mr. Trump said he did not consider Vietnam Veteran, and Prisoner of War, Senator John McCain to be "a hero" because he likes people who weren't captured. At the same time, Mr. Trump tasked me to handle the negative press surrounding his medical deferment from the Vietnam draft.

Mr. Trump claimed it was because of a bone spur, but when I asked for medical records, he gave me none and said there was no surgery.

He told me not to answer the specific questions by reporters but rather offer simply the fact that he received a medical deferment.

He finished the conversation with the following comment.

"You think I'm stupid, I wasn't going to Vietnam."

I find it ironic, President Trump, that you are in Vietnam right now.

The "in Vietnam right now" part refers to the historically mind-bendingly ironic part that Trump is presently in Vietnam -- Hanoi! -- having a second footsie party, er, summit, with that homicidal butterball Kim Jong-Un, North Korea's 1984-style dictator, about whatever bullshit these two pathological liars can pull out of their posteriors.

I've no doubt what my stepfather, Ray -- a reflexively arch-conservative Vietnam veteran, who passed away in early 2017 -- would have thought. Nevertheless, I feel it necessary just to point this out.


In a way, I'm relieved Ray, who was so ill toward the end, isn't around to have to do the mental contortions to justify this ugly truth about Trump (even if he had Rush and the entire Fox News infotainment propaganda network assisting).

This morning sunrise along the South China Sea somewhere in Vietnam has always captivated me. "Familiar" to me in one sense to someone raised on the Jersey shore, but so utterly otherworldly.

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OK, I'm going to sign off for now.

Oh, yes … I'm SICK and TIRED of hearing about the fucking Academy Awards ("Oscars") already (if only because I hate these Hollywood glam-group-gropes).

However, I will admit to being a bit confused about the controversy surrounding the 2018 Best Picture winner.

I thought it was a PC lovefest designed to serve as a cultural counterpoint to this Trumpian shithole dystopian time, but then it turns out that the PC Thought Police want us to be OUTRAGED and DEEPLY OFFENDED that Green Book won.

Again, I'm confused. Maybe I should ask M. WADE Shittagoogol. Aren't Oscars and Hollywood shit his bailiwick?

I do know that Spike Lee's comments set off an angry and highly revealing Trump toilet tweet, so that's a plus.

To be clear, I didn't see any damn movies last year (except the Svengoolie-hosted old monster or thriller movies on MeTV on Saturday nights).

That is all.

G'night.

--Regulus

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