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.
- So, yeah, Mike Flynn and the Russians.
- 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..."),
- 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.