Man on a Wire

In my happy wallowing today, which included much obsessive viewing of cable news shows, I came across this priceless bit of speculation: 

George Papadopoulos has been wearing a wire for the past three months.

Let that sink in:  Three months in the Trump White House, wearing a wire.  When this guy gets out of jail, he's going to have a hella book deal.   

If this is true, and I hope the saints are listening, it would be like ChristmasMyBirthdayA16ozVodkaMartini all rolled into one.  

The party starts now.

The Canary

From my Sicilian-American son:

"Lets be clear here.

"Sicilians don't snitch. Ever. Not on pain of death. And certainly not to Boy Scout goody-two-shoes types with names like "Robert Mueller" who work for the feds. You know this.

"However, this doofus will sing like a canary...

http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/nationworld/politics/ct-george-papadopoulos-russia-mueller-investigation-20171030-story.html

(Fact check:  We are not absolutely sure that Paul Manafort is a Sicilian-American.  He actually may be more of a generic Italian-American.  In which case, anything could happen.)

"In any case, last I checked, there's no word for "omertà" in Greek."

First Impressions

I'm positively giddy.

With the precision of a master gemcutter, making the first cut on a very large and precious (and illegal) rough diamond, Robert Mueller has managed to hit both Trump and Pence at the same time.  I have a picture in my mind of Paul Ryan and James Comey having a celebratory chocolate milk right about now.

Why do I think Mike Pence is in this up to his pink neck?  Well, either that or he's the dumbest person alive.  Which might not be mutually exclusive.  Plus, no man who wears long pants talks like he does.

(My husband is dragging me away, reminding me that our cats will not eat tonight unless we go grocery shopping.)

Stay tuned.