Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Dear Mr. Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,

What a week you've had!  A HUGE job, putting together a veritable Marvel Universe of scary guys in your cabinet, each more worrisome than the last.  Sometime soon I'm going to make a list of them with their super-names and super-powers, but they're coming at me so fast and furiously I'm having a tough time keeping up.  However, I've already got your super-name ready: Agent Orange.

Like it?  I think your super-power will be blinding idiots with alternative facts.

The last two cabinet posts...what can I say?  A school marm and a hanging judge.  When does John Wayne ride into this scene?

The hanging judge: Jeff Sessions.  Is that a real person or were you somehow able to reanimate the corpse of Henry Gibson?  

Coincidence?  You decide.

Now all this brouhaha about Mike Flynn!  Dude, I called it (see previous post, "Dear Mr. Trump" 2/2/17), and today it's all the news fit to print.

But there's something I noticed that's got me worried.  
  1. So, yeah, Mike Flynn and the Russians.
  2. And last Saturday you decided to have an open-air situation room meeting on a terrace at Mar-a-Lago ("Hey, it's a nice night..."),
  3. AND, if my calculations are correct, a Russian spy ship would have been within drone-surveillance distance right about that time.
People with suspicious natures might wonder about that.

Just sayin',


1 comment:

  1. Oh my gosh. You are SO right! The Russian ship is close enough to hear everything. Especially when it's being funneled directly at them. Oy.