FBI stooge Guy Fawkes was all-but-perp-walked out of the FBI building. No doubt to lawyer up, and/or get his state's-evidence testimony in order to align with fellow stool pigeon McCabe's for the coming wave of arrests and subsequent star chamber lynchings for their part in the ongoing coup attempts.
US UN ambassador Nikki Haley, flanked by the SecState (who is happily no longer DeepState tool - in every sense of the word - Tillerson), announced that America is pulling out of the UNHRC, and on the way out the door, delivered a blisteringly sharp crotch kick to the UN in general, and the "Human Rights Council" in particular, it being populated by a rogue's gallery of the worst human rights abusing nations on the planet, by calling it nothing put a "cesspool of political bias" in a speech carried around the world. That woman can land a blow, kids.
(If Mike Pence has a cold in 2020, I can think of somebody who could be slipped on the ticket's veep spot without any problem, and she's currently our UN Ambassador. Just saying.)
And Not My Guy, Himself, President Trump, sent Senate Majority leader Bitch McConjob limping back to Capitol Hill bleeding from just below the belt and sitting about six inches lower in his swivel chair, due to about twenty pounds of his ponderous ass being suddenly missing:
“Why is this coming up now? I mean, it’s so obvious am I right? Mitch knows. The economy, jobs, North Korea, there’s so much great news they had to do the fake news. I’m not saying the pictures aren’t bad. They’re bad. Certainly not good. They make it look bad. You have to do something. You have to work together. It could be such a big, beautiful thing if you did that. The Democrats won’t help. We all know that. They think this is good for them. We’ll see about that. But doing something, working together, isn’t that why you’re here? It should be. And if you don’t do that and November doesn’t work out for you then I’m sorry but you shouldn’t be here. Go do nothing somewhere else.”Somewhere in the halls of the White House, the ghosts of Calvin Coolidge, Harry S Truman, and Teddy Roosevelt are clapping, at the sight of a president telling the fat-@$$#d fat cats in Congress exactly where to head in.
I'm pretty sure that all turtle-faced Bitch heard ringing in his ears were the magical words "You're FIRED!"
Let me know if you're tired of winning yet.
Me, I'm going back for a heaping plate of seconds.
It doesn't matter which way the mid-terms go. They're going to be epic, either way.