Well hello Hawley! Yes, hello Hawley!
It’s so nice to see you break out in a run.
You’re looking swell, Hawley. Run like hell, Hawley.
Harmless tourists in the Capitol are so much fun.
You feel the room swayin’
While the mob’s sayin’
“After Pence we hang the others one by one.”
So pump your fist, fella
You’re a Proud Boys Nelson Mandela
Hawley you’ve showed your courage once again!
LOL. Pray that he declares – and fast.
Rep. Jim Jordan (R-OH) quietly scrubbed a tweet he posted Tuesday that branded the story of a 10-year-old rape victim who had to travel out of Ohio for an abortion a “lie.” After the alleged perpetrator was arrested Tuesday and appeared in court Wednesday, Jordan deleted the tweet but offered no apology or acknowledgement.
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But that’s nothing. I’ve already moved on to what we might be able to find out about this insurrectionist’s actions before, during, and after January 6. Let’s see what the next Jan. 6 committee hearing has to say about the country’s most fervent Trumpist.
The arguing began soon after Ms. Powell and her two companions were let into the White House by a junior aide and wandered to the Oval Office without an appointment.
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This morning, everyone wants to know: Who was the junior aide? And how is it that this person let in the crazies?
To answer these questions, we need to set the scene.
It was late at night in a desolate White House, with the president alone and anguishing in the Oval Office. Bitterness, humiliation, and rage so overwhelmed him that he could not sleep, and, as he glanced through his door, open to the hallway, the only person also still awake was Andrew Giuliani, who stood a few feet away practicing his golf swing.
As a favor to his old friend, Trump had given a sinecure, in these last days, to Rudy’s perennially unemployed son. “It doesn’t have to be much,” Rudy had said; “Just something where he can hang around and say he works in the White House.”
But Andrew took his role seriously, shadowing the president day and night in the hope that at some point or other he might be of use …
Suddenly, just as everything in the White House seemed impossibly silent and empty, three dark figures approached from the end of the hallway! Andrew G. cowered, assuming they were Jim Jordan, Paul Gosar, and Louie Gohmert, who always carried AR-15s, until he discerned the shape of a woman among them. And then… “Hey, DAD!!”
“Son, let us in. It’s urgent. A matter of life or death of the republic.”
“No can do,” Andrew answered, laying aside his club. “You don’t have an appointment or anything and I don’t know who these people are with you.”
“Sidney is about to be appointed Counsel for Voting Machine Seizure, and this guy… I dunno … runs a successful business.”
“I’ve had no instruction from the president to let anyone in, especially at this late hour.”
“Look, it was hard enough evading Secret Service and jimmying a window. We’re not about to let some pussy stop us when we’ve come this far. Remember how I said I’d pull strings to make you Governor? Forget it.”
“Well, and do you remember how Steve Bannon described me as ‘born of the grit of two warriors‘?”
“No matter how it looks to the world, Donald Trump and I did not fuck and produce you. Get out of the way.”
Rudy signaled to Sidney, who had been shaking a can of Diet Dr Pepper, which she now opened and released into Andrew’s face. Blinded, he clawed desperately at his eyes as the head of Overstock reached for the golf club and swung it at Andrew’s head, rendering him unconscious.
The rest is history.
We are aware that Sidney Powell held a can of Dr Pepper during her January 6 committee deposition; we are also aware that she drank from it.
Dr Pepper disavows any prior knowledge of this event, and affirms in the strongest terms its rejection of the global conspiracy theories and treasonous activities associated with Ms Powell. In the 125 years since our founding, we have consistently demonstrated love of country and fidelity to the United States and its institutions. We are appalled to see our soft drink featured so prominently in the shameful testimony of Ms Powell. The idea of our company being associated in viewers’ minds in any way with this person is anathema. Please do not judge us by events over which we have no control.
President Donald Trump turned to Hope Hicks in June 2017 when he wanted a “number” to back up his false claims that his approval ratings were “setting records” for a first-year president...
[Trump’s] approval rating on that day’s Gallup tracker was just 36 percent…
Hicks … made Trump happy by offering up “seventy percent,” wrote the Atlantic’s Mark Leibovich, who witnessed the exchange...
[The poll turned out to be] from Tennessee [only], and … it was of Republicans.
[Trump] is a uniquely tiresome individual, easily the sorest loser, the most prodigious liar, and the most interminable victim ever to occupy the White House. He is, quite possibly, the biggest crybaby ever to toddle across history’s stage, from his inaugural-crowd hemorrhage on day one right down to his bitter, ketchup-flinging end. Seriously, what public figure in the history of the world comes close? I’m genuinely asking…
Mark Leibovich continues:
[Lindsay Graham] could not believe what Trump could get away with. It created a mystique, especially among politicians, who tend to be rule-bound by nature and chronically petrified of being exposed as frauds. Trump had no such fear of rules or capacity for embarrassment. He was a pure and feral rascal…
My mind roils with thought experiments of what else Republicans could tolerate from him: What if Mike Pence had been hanged? One would hope it would have been disqualifying, but who knows?
Trump’s candidate for Illinois governor hits the ground running.
Huh yeah but every one of them applied for a job at Mar A Lago last month and I turned all the losers down…
Donald Trump is not a rational player. I mean, he just isn’t. You can’t have a conversation with him in the same way that you can have a conversation with most other people. He is somebody that lives in a different reality. He had started the lie about the election back in 2016. What I saw after the first interview with him in the White House was that he now became someone who believed in his own lie, and that is a person who is delusional. That is a person who is incredibly dangerous, because you can’t debate with that person.
There is no way that anybody can persuade Donald Trump that he’s wrong. And this is something that’s characteristic of him all the way through his life, and the series goes into this in the sense that he will never accept that he had done anything wrong. He will always double back. He’s always right, and it’s always somebody else’s fault. I mean, he lives in cloud cuckoo land.
He’s sitting in an interview in Mar-a-Lago saying that in front of a portrait, an actual oil painting of himself painted 25 to 30 years ago in a golf outfit. I mean, I actually asked about that at the end of the interview. I was like, “You’ve got to tell me about this painting.” I mean, this is a guy who literally has paintings of himself in his house. I mean, he’s just not a normal guy. I mean, you know?
And that’s the right.
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Danb’ry, not a sound from the inmates
I am living in Danb’ry
I am feeling alone
In the weak light my manuscript appears at my feet:
How the Libtards Stole My Throne
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Memory, all alone in my jail cell
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what tyranny was
Let the memory live again
White House staffers seemed to beat
A fatalistic warning:
No protection! Insurrection!
And I, The King, all scorning…
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new scheme
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
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Ketchup walls and shattered plates
The stale, cold smell of failure
A hall light dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Come back! It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days as the prez.
Re-elect me! You’ll understand what tyranny is
Look, a new day has begun
From an email UD just received from the dean of GW’s law school.
We … have received requests from some members of the university and external communities that the university terminate its employment of Adjunct Professor and Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas and cancel the Constitutional Law Seminar that he teaches at the Law School. Many of the requests cite Justice Thomas’ concurring opinion in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization, in which he called the substantive due process doctrine a “legal fiction.” Justice Thomas has been a consistent critic of the Court’s legal philosophy on substantive due process for many years. Because we steadfastly support the robust exchange of ideas and deliberation, and because debate is an essential part of our university’s academic and educational mission to train future leaders who are prepared to address the world’s most urgent problems, the university will neither terminate Justice Thomas’ employment nor cancel his class in response to his legal opinions.
We really know how to pick ’em. Our next-best appointment after this one was plagiarist/madman Rand Paul. Why not ask Jim Jordan and Louie Gohmert to team-teach a course at GW on a subject of their choosing?
I agree that we shouldn’t fire the doodoo; the way to go here is boycott. Recall that both of John Eastman’s classes during a visiting gig at the University of Colorado were cancelled due to virtually no enrollment. Think of the movement at Harvard Law to make the school offer two sections of way-icky theocrat Adrian Vermeule’s course on administrative law. (Apparently the guy’s got a monopoly.) Ignore them, and they’ll go away.
Which is in itself nothing to be ashamed of. Cassidy Hutchinson told of her shock when she appeared again and again in his office begging him to do something about the carnage, and he did nothing – nothing – except scroll obsessively on his phone. He barely met her eyes, she reports; he just sat on his office couch staring down and scrolling, scrolling, scrolling.
Meadows was lost in a masturbatory, self-comforting trance. Events had truly spiraled out of control and there was – horrifyingly – nothing he could do, as mobs at the Capitol killed and threatened to kill people. Becoming hysterical at this point made sense – plenty of normal people become hysterical when their world suddenly implodes and there is nothing they can do about it – and this is the form his hysteria took. An all-but catatonic regression to masturbatory self-comforting. Hutchinson no doubt noticed his obsessive rubbing with his free hand, but chose not to mention it.
What was he watching on his phone? This.
