“The security implications are just awful”
“Washington is very busy with other things right now, unfortunately. The healthcare vote was an incredible blow to the Republican party. I suspect that many in office are licking their wounds today,” (a spokeswoman said). “The US state department is not fully staffed. I don’t think they are staffed up for this event.” – James Martin Center for Nonproliferation Studies
Is anyone awake?
Thus the Trump administration, in tatters, boldly responds to “this event” – another threatening and provocative intercontinental ballistic missile test by North Korea, the potentially nuclear-armed projectile splashing down harmlessly yet undiplomatically 1,000 miles away within the sovereign Japanese Economic Area, or sea as it’s known. And with a second test reported this morning, Pyongyang is crowing that it can now hit anywhere in the continental United States.
What goes up…
Yet Trump has lost the plot. He’s throwing tantrums over the unpatriotic Democrat opposition (the clue is in the word) conspiracy against him to thwart his great new American healthcare bill (it doesn’t exist – somebody tell him). He’s sending menacing Mafia-style tweets to Republican senatorial recusants accusing them of letting the nation down (L’État, c’est moi, as Louis X1V the ‘Sun King’ used to say). He prefers to target the LGBTs in his own military and is picking fights with everyone from his White House Chief of Staff, the weedy Reince Priebus, to surely his most loyal acolyte, the lying Georgia weasel, Attorney General Jeff Sessions; while appointing an unpleasant, foul-mouthed, preening little bitch from the mean streets of New York, Wall Street being the meanest, Anthony Scaramucci – ‘The Mooch’, yuck – to be his new ‘communications’ director.
Minnie the Moocher
So, already becoming the other big story of the week, which Trump won’t like as he prefers to be the centre of attention, the media- unsavvy Scaramouche is a former Goldman Sachs investment whatnot and millionaire hedge-trimmer, who has already caused a media shitstorm by threatening to fire the entire WH pressroom staff unless someone fesses up to who leaked the story that he’d been invited to dinner with Fox News w’anchor, Sean Hannity, and the President. A ‘leak’ he describes as having major national security implications… and blamed Chief of Staff Priebus.
And then he has given some rather odd interviews, explaining that while politicians stab each other in the back he’s more of a ‘front-stabber’; expressed his loathing of the media, forced the resignation of a random innocent press office spokesman and gone off on a potty-mouthed rant, accusing Priebus (who tried to block his appointment) of being a ‘fucking paranoiac’* and Steve Bannon, not without some insight, of ‘sucking his own cock’ – in a message to a New Yorker magazine reporter. He followed up with an insouciant tweet apologising that it’s just his way of communicating, and then promptly deleted it.
With his extreme views about ‘leakers’ – he’s publicly said he’d like to have them all ‘fuckin’ killed’, the adorable little fantasist, ignoring that most of the Whiteyleaks come from the Oval Office itself – and his troublingly effusive declarations of ‘genuine love’ for the President, people are already questioning his sanity, especially as his job doesn’t even start until 15 August and he has no power to fire anybody. But the rightwing media and Trump, of course, is loving it. The Mooch is his kinda guy.
The story took a brilliant turn this morning when, according to The New York Post, Scaramucci’s blonde WASP wife Deirdre announced over breakfast that she’s filing for divorce, explaining that she doesn’t want to have to drag the kids to Washington, she loathes Donald Trump, and despairs of her husband’s revolting Presidential bumsucking: “She is tired of his naked ambition, which is so enormous that it left her at her wits’ end.”
All this is just a pleasant diversion, as we haven’t heard much about the FBI investigation into Trump family enterprises and his manoeuvering to fire the Special Counsel, Bob Mueller, for at least three days.
So the President is absolutely not paying attention to national security.
Meanwhile, most of the posts at the State Department and key ambassadorships in the SE Asia region remain unfilled; Secretary of State ‘Tex’ Rex Tillexxon has gone on vacation and is reportedly considering his untenable position. He’s been sidelined on foreign affairs by Trump’s plastic-toy and all-purpose foreign affairs Nanki-poo, Kushner, now on his second team of defense lawyers; and thwarted in his expectation that Russia sanctions would be lifted, allowing the zillion-dollar Exxon-Rosneft deal to go ahead to drill the fuck out of the Arctic, thereby inflating the $245 million share package he left the company with.
Jefferson Beleaguered Sessions 111, the subject of so many frankly disgraceful undermining public tweets from little Presidential thumbs in recent days (not that we give a shit what happens to him, it’s the principle of the thing) has taken the hint, too, and is away on an important fact-finding visit to discuss jurisprudence in El Salvador.
Republican majority leaders in Congress so badly need to get a grip on this insecure, vindictive, whining little mafia-baby they put in the White House. But they’re not home either.
With Kim Jong-un rampant and the Chinese quietly taking over the vacated spaces of the world, the Russians angry because their boy Trump hasn’t come through for them on sanctions, floods and wildfires everywhere, trade deals in abeyance, revolt brewing in the House, the State department emasculated, the military confused, the FBI closing in – the security implications are just awful.
Not so very post-scriptum…
And tonight, after being escorted from the White House by Security, Mini the Mooch is hightailing it back to New York, fired by General Kelly after only ten days in a job he wouldn’t officially have started for another two weeks. The senile President had to do as he was told by heavily-bemedalled daddy or be sent to bed with no milk and cookies.
Lucky man, it may save his marriage. And he won’t have to sell his business for $85 million to the Chinese, which was going to be another problem as it looked like a dirty backroom deal to gain influence with the regime in Washington. Bad.
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“Under the demented policies of the Golden Orb, the USA is going all-out to extract and burn every last drop of its own energy as quickly as possible…”
Baked Alaska
In a desperate, last-minute attempt to give the screaming baby a sugar-dummy to suck on before the babysitters head off to abuse one another at summer camp, the chinless Sen. McConnell’s terrible compromise ‘skinny repeal’ bill, just to pare back any parts of President Obama’s Affordable Care Act he can, failed at 2 a.m. yesterday to pass.
Like its two failed predecessors, the bill was cooked-up in secret by a kitchen cabinet of late-middle-aged rich conservative white men to carve 72-oz entrecote steaks off Obamacare and give the best cuts away to the top 2% (who already own 80% of the wealth of America).
And now everyone is in the toilet.
Which is great when your equally insecure, vindictive, whining little mafia-baby enemy over the water is playing with nuclear toys that could obliterate parts of…
Oh, wait a minute.
Didn’t Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke just warn, bad things could happen to Alaska?
Wasn’t it as a result of Alaskan Sen. Lisa Murkowski honorably voting No to the initial proposal to debate the ‘skinny’ bill, saying she wasn’t going to be intimidated, and then honorably voting again with two colleagues, Sens. McCain and Collins, along with the Democrats against the actual bill too, on grounds that no-one had had time to read it and it hadn’t even been debated, causing it to fall…?
Or, it’s possible Trump is hoping for a first-strike on Hawaii, where the circuit court did so much to twice thwart his silly and inconsequential immigration bill; the only piece of primary legislation he has – in a watered-down form – been able to get through Congress in six months of shambolic maladministration.
Still mindful of Pearl Harbor, the Hawaiian State Legislature is reportedly making civil defense preparations.
Why are the Republicans so obsessed with committing electoral suicide? Is it existential guilt? No-one seems to know.
“It’s a deliberate policy of genocide for the rest of the human race…”
As The Pumpkin has observed before, the GOP congressmen and women are between a rock and a hard place. The rock being the Koch Brothers, zillionaire kings of dirty energy, who have offered ‘at least’ $400 million funding to the party for next year’s mid-term elections; the hard place being where Republican candidates may find themselves when the voters finally realize that repealing Obamacare without a replacement will leave 32 million hardworking American families nowhere to go when they get sick; which, as consumer protections, animal welfare and food quality regulations are pared back, and dangerous agrichemicals greenlighted, they are sure to.
The Pumpkin’s belief is that the Kochs, two avuncular philanthropic octogenarians in whose mouths butter would turn to snake venom, are less interested in the repeal bill than they are in the budget, debate on which has been held up for months while McConnell blustered and flustered over Trump’s furious demands to get Obamacare repeal done; something he promised his dumbfucks he would do on Day One. But then, he lied. So bad.
The budget is, if anything, more crazy and disgusting than the repeal bill, cutting 4.3 trillion dollars from all kinds of progressive social supports and schools programs and handing the lot to millionaires, corporations and the bloated arms industry in the form of huge tax cuts – an ultra-con economic model so fundamentally wrong that its experimental application has all-but bankrupted the state of Kansas; its failed Governor Sam Brownback, a man whose brain would struggle to get noticed in a peapod, has just been nominated by the mad President as America’s global ‘ambassador for religion’. So we have a prayer….
The energy bidness – fossil-fuel – already benefits from hidden subsidies in the US of $37.5 billion annually, giving the lie to all their executive whingeing about unfair subsidies for renewables, which are far smaller – about $10 bn. That oil, coal and gas subsidy increased by some $6 bn under the Obama administration, by the way.
And, let’s not forget, as former Exxon CEO Lee Raymond once said, US energy companies don’t really regard themselves as patriotic American employers. They operate all around the globe. The total subsidy to energy corporations around the globe is rather more, a little under $1 trillion.
http://priceofoil.org/fossil-fuel-subsidies (2013 figures)
But it’s not enough! Under the demented policies of the Golden Orb, the USA is going all-out to extract and burn every last drop of its own energy as quickly as possible, providing $trillions more profit for shareholders currently scrambling to build themselves climate-controlled underground bunker complexes, the latest billionaire must-haves, until it runs out; whereupon Trump will order his refinanced military to go out and ‘take the oil’ – the gas, or the minerals, from places like Afghanistan, until nothing survives.
It’s a policy of deliberate genocide for the rest of the human race. We have essentially been written off the books and, in their madness, it’s an extinction the money-breathers fantasize they can survive.
It shouldn’t be long now.
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* Within an hour of The Pumpkin Posting this, it’s been reported that Priebus has seen the writing on the wall and quit. A career politician, he never did fit with the squabbling and chaotic amateur arselickers of Trump’s inspirational cabinet, the Wall Street Kids. Having been hired as a biddable missing link with conventional politics on the Hill, he was bound to end up as the fall guy for Trump’s humiliating failure to get any of his crazed legislative program through before the recess.
Gen. Kelly, the Homeland Security director, has been drafted in as Chief of Staff. Good luck with that. He’s not a politician either, so Trump clearly hasn’t learned the lesson, that if you want to do politics, get things done, you need to be one of Them.
It’s beginning to look more and more like the end of the Weimar republic every day.
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“And she was bleeding from the … wherever, you know?”
Maids in America
After regaling the Boy Scouts of America with stories about wild parties involving drugs and women on yachts, for no apparent purpose other than to illustrate his robust views on law and order Trump – who has an obsession with women bleeding – threw out a peculiarly disturbing image during another of his 2020 campaign rallies last week. From a report in the Guardian entitled “Scaramucci, one week in: civil war in the White House and an even wilder Trump”, by White House correspondent David Smith, Trump is quoted in a passage as follows:
In Youngstown, Ohio, he painted a lurid picture of “predators and criminal aliens” who “take a young, beautiful girl, 16, 15, and others and they slice them and dice them with a knife because they want them to go through excruciating pain before they die. And these are the animals that we’ve been protecting for so long.”
http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/jul/29/scaramucci-white-house-reince-priebus-donald-trump
What could he possibly have meant by that little vignette, we wonder: who or what is he referring to? It’s not as if he gave chapter and verse for the reference. Was it something he saw on Fox News or, his new fascination, the teenage version of Politico, Circa – even Fox is beginning to let slip the odd criticism of the nightmare for America that is the Trump maladministration, while its ratings have been plummeting.
Trump has some curious psychological ‘tics’, one of which is bringing up bad things that happened without being prompted, presenting them as examples of his opponent’s behaviour, but for which he then transfers credit to himself. ‘Crooked Hillary may have done ‘x’, but I tell you, if I did that it would have been the best ‘x’ ever…’
We can only pray then that this unscripted reference to the torture and murder of underage girls is not something he knew about from past experiences in the New York underworld, where he reputedly got a kick out of mixing socially in the 1970s and 80s.
The Pumpkin was recently led via a link in a Comment to a web article created by an anonymous former New York model, or so the author claims, who has spent years researching Trump’s connection with the sleazy milieu of underage ‘Size-zer0’ models, many trafficked illegally into the United States by dubious modelling agencies linked with underworld gangs.
The resulting long article can be found on the Daily Kos website, bylined SwedishJewfish. It describes – and one needs to be careful here, although the report is sourced to other media investigations – how in the 1970s a Trump associate, John Casablancas, founded a new kind of modelling agency that was all about flash: money, celebrities, sex and cocaine – creating the public image of the ‘supermodel’ – and how before setting up his own modelling agency, Trump pushed his daughter, Ivanka, into a modelling career, aged only 14, through Casablancas’ agency, exploiting his influence in the business, despite Casablancas’ reputation as a serial abuser of underage girls. Casablancas later fled to Brazil, where he worked for a while as a property salesman for the Trump Organization.
I’ll just quote this short extract:
I was not alone in my impressions – others who commented on the Mother Jones piece (see below) and the subsequent coverage made similar observations. MSNBC’s Chris Hayes commented that Trump Models seemed to be borderline human trafficking, initially making the comment on Twitter and later on dedicating a segment of his prime time show to exploring the topic. Seth Meyers, for his part, did a segment on the MJ piece as well, comparing it to an episode of Law & Order SVU. While his commentary was cloaked in his usual sardonic humor, Seth’s disgust was evident as he wondered aloud if the prospect of Trump harboring sex slaves in his proverbial basement would be enough to make voters sour on his candidacy. At the time this story broke, I assumed it was going to blow up. I assumed that follow up reporting would be done, and it would become the major story of the 2016 election. I thought it might even open up a long overdue dialogue about sex trafficking, and how our broken immigration and criminal justice systems enables its existence.
But that never happened.
No, but what did happen during the 2016 election was the spreading via social media of completely absurd, off-the-wall memes promoting ‘fake news’ slurs against the Clinton campaign (see previous Pumpkins).
One of which gained notoriety, when a gunman walked into a pizza restaurant in Washington popular with Congressional staffers, Comet PingPong, and fired shots into the ceiling, after reading online that Hillary Clinton and her campaign manager, John Podesta, were running a ‘paedophile ring’ from the basement…
A space that turned out also to be ‘proverbial’… there being no basement.
Is this perhaps a ‘proverbial basement’ where girls were actually tortured and murdered, in Donald Trump’s fading recollection? Is it a case of ‘What did you know, and when?’ Is there, in short, a basis in experience for his psychotic fascination with women and blood?
Or has he just been watching too much torture porn during the sleepless hours?
We may never know. The website Pizzagate.wiki goes into simply enormous and seemingly authoritative detail about connections between Clinton Democrats and their funders and various ‘known’ paedophiles and child-traffickers like Sir Clement Freud, Jimmy Savile and the owner of the Comet PingPong restaurant, James Alefantis, yet is mysteriously completely silent on the subject of Mr Casablancas and Trump Model Management.
http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2016/08/donald-trump-model-management-illegal-immigration
From which, purely coincidentally:
“…a Trump agency representative who served as a chaperone had a bedroom to herself on the ground floor of the building. A narrow flight of stairs led down to the basement, where the models lived in two small bedrooms that were crammed with bunk beds…”
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Where’s Wendi Deng?
Missing from the photo op below is the ex- Mrs Murdoch, queen of the political pajama parties. (Only joking.)
Of course, with the failure of the replacement healthcare act and even the ‘skinny repeal’ bill, whereby lifting the requirement for all Americans over 25 to carry basic insurance and for employers of more than 50 staff to make contributions would have taken so much money out of the system that premiums would have to go up sharply for the rest, the vindictive obsessionist Trump has decreed with his proudest and most marmorial Mount Rushmore face on that Obamacare ‘must now be allowed to implode by itself’.
The bad news is, although he genuinely seems to have convinced himself with his own windy rhetoric that it was, it wasn’t failing until he came along. The good news however, certain Red Republican states will now feel empowered to blow the extra money Obamacare gave them for an increase in Medicare provision for the sick on sneaky, lying TV propaganda to get themselves re-elected. Obamacare – which took seven years to put in place in the face of howling Republican opposition and does admittedly need some tweaking – will wither on the vine, a self-fulfilling prophecy.
So nasty, these Republicans. So ugly. Twisted.
Sen. Jack Fart ‘n’ hold is on the right of your picture, in the blue onesie.
If proof of upright, responsible, Republican governance were needed, here is Senator Jack Farenthold, R. Texas, pro-repeal, pro-gun, pro-Big Orl, enjoying a well-earned moment of leisure before publicly challenging Senator Susan Collins, ‘skinny repeal’ recusante, to a duel – citing a historic precedent in which a former senator was tragically shot dead.
Mother Jones website, from where The Pumpkin purloins this picture, reports: “Farenthold … was once sued by a staffer for sexual harassment (the claim was settled outside of court)”.
Balanced folk must ask themselves from time to time, who on earth votes for these sleazy, fatuous, ignorant bumpkins like Farenthold, imagining they would be fit to hold office in a drive-thru burger-bar, and why do they? Their lives are never made better as a consequence.
And the answer comes back: sleazy, fatuous, ignorant Americans, who no longer believe anything will make a difference to their lives and don’t care. They’re the core base. There’s millions of ’em, and they love grotesque pork-barrel candidates like Fart ‘n’ hold; like Donald Trump, as seen on TV.
See, what a refreshing change he is from those corrupt stuffed-shirt bastards on the Hill!
Make America great again, boys. Yee-ha!
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And finally…
If ever a metaphor presented itself from the heavens to perfectly illustrate the American nightmare, it’s the story of the Ohio woman who called 911 from her garden to plead for help.
A snake collector, she’d just rehomed a six-foot boa constrictor. Now it was wrapped around her face, squeezing hard, and wouldn’t let go of biting her nose.
Unlike the Republican party, the fire service had the right idea.
They cut its head off.
The Boglington Post (Incorporating The Pumpkin) 
Dog Days and Diesels
We’re rapidly approaching the Silly Season, the Dog Days, whatever you call August
So it’s not surprising the press and radio news are leading on a nebulous proposal by Michael Gove to ‘phase-out’ diesel and petrol cars altogether by 2040, in line with President Macron’s equally hopeful ambition in France, and force everyone into electric vehicles, assuming any of us lives that long. As neither Mr Gove nor M. Macron is likely to be in office in 23 years’ time, neither of them I imagine much cares if it happens or not.
The problem with electric vehicles is, they need electricity. As things stand, we haven’t got the extra generating capacity to charge-up 32 million cars and six million commercial vehicles every night – when the solar power will be down. So we’re going to need at least a couple more nukes like Hinckley Point C, the atrocious Sino/French white elephant that’s already way behind schedule and over budget.
So that’s about half a trillion pounds for generating capacity, higher energy bills for households – and a loss of £25 billion a year to the Exchequer in fuel tax.
There are other, practical problems. Electric car batteries are improving, but still heavy, wasteful of energy and slow to charge. That’s even if the charging infrastructure can be rolled out; and people can afford the expensive cars without upsetting the Bank of England, worried about ‘sub-prime’ car loans.
That’s begging the questions, with 23 years to go (!) what purchasing decisions should motorists make in the meantime? And does anyone seriously imagine Exxon-Mobil, Shell and the other Big Oil bastards will just stand by and let this happen?
Three days earlier – whouhawhouaa, cue flashback music – we were informed of the government’s plan to spend a quarter of a billion pounds funding British companies to design clever new storage batteries, that we can ‘hang on the wall’ to power our homes with stored electricity from solar panels on the roof, of which every ‘ome should ‘ave one. (A panel, that is. Roofs aren’t guaranteed.)
The initiative does not seem to take account of the progress already made in this area by Mr Musk and his US Tesla corporation.
We would – get this – be able to sell our spare electricity to the Grid! A brilliant new idea from Energy Secretary, Amber Rudd that replaces the old idea, where at the behest of the competitive electricity generators the government two years ago slashed the ‘feed-in’ tariff paid to householders for their spare electricity, thus bringing the rooftop solar panels industry to a crashing halt.
Believe me, I’ve lived off-Grid, powering a fridge with a leisure battery is not a proposition if you want to keep your milk from going off. (Actually we had fresh milk from our goat every day, it’s just an illustration of the problem.)
Clearly, Mrs May’s parting orders to the cabinet before she takes a hike in the Dolomites, very painful, were to just come up with any old ideas to leave the British public hanging, imagining the government is still in charge until Parliament resumes in September.
When the Universities succeeded in getting the Cameron mob to treble tuition fees to £9,000, it was said this would be the ‘maximum’ they could charge. Which explains why they all immediately rushed to start charging £9,000 a year. Please don’t tell me that the opportunity to charge drivers of diesel cars £10 a day to use certain roads in cities won’t prompt every local authority in the country to rush for the numberplate recognition cameras and create this wonderful new source of free income, regardless of the level of pollution.
Eighteen months ago when the NOx emissions story first broke, I saw the writing on the bumper-sticker and enquired about selling my little diesel car. I was quoted £5,000. Why, oh why, didn’t I go through with it? I still felt, nyergh, maybe I still need it… I might have to go somewhere. Fat chance.
My car’s now worth only about £2,000 and falling by the day. I imagine most of the 13 million diesel car owners are also stuck between a rock and a hard place, faced with having to find £30 grand to buy a small electric car and getting nothing back for the diesel car the government told us all to buy fifteen years ago because it was more economical and produced less CO2 – both of which are true.
Scrapping cars is wasteful and expensive – very little recycling is possible – and does nothing to reduce emissions, as to make a replacement car emits as much CO2 as driving it (www.theguardian.com/environment/green-living-blog/2010/sep/23/carbon-footprint-new-car)
And so, until they become illegal 23 years from now, the country will have lots and lots of ageing diesels clattering about, smoking heavily, shrinking our children’s brains. Hardly Govey’s intention, if he has one.
Meanwhile, it remains the case that electricity is not the only alternative means of propulsion. By his limited insistence on electric replacements, Gove is overlooking the possibilities of other, newer technologies we could develop, if only they weren’t being suppressed by the oil companies.
It’s been reported that Exxon-Mobil alone may be sitting on as many as 3,000 unexploited patents on improvements and alternative power sources its own engineers have produced over the nearly four decades since their researchers first alerted them to the perils of burning the black stuff.
It was worth setting up those departments to find new methods of propulsion, just to shut them down.
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One night as he lay tweeting
So the House committee approved Trump’s fifth pick, Christopher Wray, for the job of FBI Director, subject to Senate ratification.
It comes out in the media shortly before the vote that Wray’s law firm, King and Spalding works for Rosneft and Gazprom, the two big Russian utilities controlled by the Kremlin (USA Today report/MSNBC); while individuals connecting between those giant dark money-pits, obscure Russian banks and hot property developments around the globe are also identified with organized crime syndicates.
Surprise, surprise, it’s Russia time again. And such a man, whatever he tells the committee, which must be getting used to being endlessly lied to by Trump nominees, isn’t going to close down the FBI’s multiple investigations into Russian Trumpola, is he? Surely not.
Wray is not the only individual with probably entirely innocent business connections to oligarchs identified by the intel services as top mobsters, whom Trump is continuing to shoehorn into government positions along with half of Goldman Sachs and anyone alternatively salaried, either by the energy bidness or Big Pharma – and remember, Trump appears from his tweets to believe that Wray will be reporting directly to him and not to the Justice Department, which he continue to try to undermine.
Who is Trump working for?
Then we hear that Wray – not the well-known chain of upmarket domestic lighting emporia – was paid $ millions in public-money ‘fees’ by sleazy NJ Governor Chris Christie – formerly a friend of Trump’s, they’ve fallen out – to get him off charges relating to ‘Bridgegate’ (Fort Lee lane-closure scandal – only in America – look it up) without any sort of a contract or an audit trail for 11 months, at one time blocking the prosecution by allegedly concealing Christie’s incriminating cellphone.
This is the blond Thunderbirds puppet with shifty eyes, who has no record of police work, whom Trump hails as ‘a man of impeccable credentials’ – like himself, no doubt. A couplea million a month should do it. I mean, he’s pretty impeccable, right? Impeccable costs extra.
But what of the manufactured spat between Trump and his attorney general, Jeff Sessions?
Trumbo is bullying Sessions to resign because, last week, a voice spoke to him out of the dark, one night as he lay tweeting, to remind him that if Sessions hadn’t recused himself from the Russiagate investigation on conflict-of-interest grounds, he could be the one to fire the Special Prosecutor, Robert Mueller! Why, the weaselly little Georgia racist and barefaced liar whom Trump helped get elected was positively disloyal in obeying the law!! Trump IS the law!!!
Sessions’ record in office has been pretty frightful, turning the police into a virtually unaccountable paramilitary force; strengthening immigration laws to breakup families and overriding State legislatures on even medical marijuana relaxation. But at least he gets stuff done, unlike his useless boss. Trump is perfectly capable of replacing Yoda Sessions and his folksy, mint-julep twinkle with Ted Bundy, if he thinks he’s impeccable enough to get the Russian monkey off his back.
My god, if Trump could get Pruitt approved to head the EPA, with his 9,000 pages of emails testifying to his corrupt relationship with frackers Hamm Oil and Gas, bringing an earthquake to a street near you, he’s not going to nominate Mary Poppins to the job of paying for more brutal policing through pre-trial property confiscations, is he? Not if he can exonerate the Kushners, Flynn – and, if need be, the President himself; maybe even put Hillary in jail….
So bad.
I probably shouldn’t even think this, but IF some former Navy SEAL marksman were to fire a projectile with unerring accuracy into the Golden Orb’s muddly-puddly old brains from a book depository half a mile away one sunny afternoon at an election rally in some Red state, and the President slumped lifeless to the rostrum, hairweave awry, surrounded by panicking sycophants and security goons, autocue devices flying everywhere, the shrieks and Omigard!s of the crowd rising to a horrified crescendo, what then?
The adoring Trump bumsucker, snow-capped advert for Anusol and hypocritical alt-Christian evangelist, the smarmy vice-presidential makeweight Pence would automatically become king. That’s how it happens, by Divine Right power in America transfers instantly and effortlessly to the annointed.
So, what then, we simply carry on with a bunch of greedy, reckless and incompetent cunts like Pruitt and Rick Perry, the dimwitted Betsy deBoop in charge of all the key departments of State until 2020, pushing through the shitbag legislative program they’ve had prescribed for them by Charles and David Koch? Would there be roles for Bannon, Kushner, Scaramouche* – the grieving Blonde?
Or does the politically more savvy Pence get that 60% of Americans disapprove of Trump’s corrupt and nepotistic presidency, the endless, shaming scandals, the demented tweets and rages, Fox faking News, and would he be able to settle things down and find some more convincing stooges to put in place, to try to find some calmer water to paddle in, even if he does ban abortion, homosexuality and women working outside the home?
And what, by the way, has happened to General HR McMaster? We haven’t spotted his curiously elongated cranium, with its more sensible contents, in the WH for weeks.
*No, he’s gone. Before he even arrived.