THE BLAME GAME

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Okay heads: prepare to hurt.

So.

The following people were bomb targeted:  Joe Biden, Maxine Waters, John Brennan, The Clintons, The Obamas, Robert DeNiro, George Soros and Eric Holder and just now Corey Booker. Also in the bomb’s path: CNN.

Now if this was Sesame Street, whose target audience is the 2-4 pre-school crowd, and we all sang along to the song “What do all these people have in common?” even the first trimester fetus in mommy’s tummy could be heard yelling, “They are all people who Trump said are the enemy!!”

Ah, but that is not what Trump is telling his minions..

To those who flock to his rallies and literally stand behind him, looking like an Alfred E. Newman family reunion, he is saying that it is the media that is at fault here.  They started it!

So.

Let’s play this out, shall we?   Let’s say that every single newspaper and TV news outlet have created, you know, the kind of vile hatred that Trump, Alex P. Jones, Rush LImbaugh, the National Enquirer and any member of a white extremist Nationalist group dispenses like candy on Halloween.

Since the media is responsible then surely the only way to get back at them is to send bombs to previous public servants, including a President, Vice President and Attorney General and their families who should all be killed be killed because...uh....uh.  I got nothing.

The only entitiy on the list that I can wrap my head around is of course CNN because that is the news organization that Trump hates the most.

Yesterday Ted Cruz led yet another Locker Her Up chant, while ironically there was a story that very day about Trump using his private phone which [any enemy country can eavesdrop on ,which of course, is one of the many things he attacked HIlary for doing.

Everyday my skull spins like Linda Blair’s in THe Exorcist.

What I will never understand is why people like Sarah Huckabee and the attrocious Larry Kudlow are so willing to be the ones who day after day, hour after hour offer up the same level of bullshit that again, that first trimester fetus can smell a million miles away.  I get Rudy because he is obiviously insane.

And the fact that the God loving, children loving (until they are no longer like our little fetus. Then they are instantly converted into target practice)  patriots of the GOP do or say absolutely nothing is appalling.

They say and do nothing because they can use the deflection of the minute to sit behind closed doors like a witch’s coven and conjure up spells to wipe out Universal Healthcare (and that pesky pre-existing condition clause), Medicare and Social Security.  Which you and I paid for out of her weekly checks.

Jimmy Carter lives in a $167 000 house and shops in discount stores.  But he’s a man of God.  Just like Ted Cruz whose wife wrote a piece the other day about her bitterness about not being able to afford a second house.

Oh America, do you not see that there is a cure for this epidumbic?  Do you not get that your vote is as lethal as any assassin’s bullet?

As I have preached before, apathy empowers a pathetic man.

So if the blue wave puddles out then there is no one to blame but you.

We will ber able to tie the hands of that unbearable, treasonous moron and impeach him.

But even if we take over, get ready for the worst.   Trump, having Kavanaugh in his pocket, plans to use him as a human shield so that he can do what he has done for his entire life—-which has now been documented by the New York Times based on over 100,000 documents including tax records of the Trump Costa Nostra family.   Kavanaugh, who was Ken Starr’s fluffer, suddenly believes that a sitting president should, like Trump’s role models, Roy Cohn and O.J. Simpson (who is another man of color) get away with murder.  He should not even be indicted for high crimers and misdemeanors.

Trump, according toa paper history, has long been a high rent criminal. He has consorted with Saudis and known Russian mobsters, cheated day laborers, refused to rent to people of color and blatantly ripped off his own “charity.”  He has been involved in hundreds of law suits.  And he has the same swagger as a playground pedophile.

And yet the minons dance and chant at his rally like they direct descendents of legendary dwarf, Dopey.  Few know it but Dopey’s last name is Drumpf.  He is Dopey Drumpf.  A direct ancestor and obvious role model who looks identical to 
Eric.

Get angry Americ.  It is time for the college educated grown ups in the room to take  back the country from the Gullibles who Made America Shit again.

Put VOTE on your John to Doe list.  

The people can make a difference.

Just try and lick em.’




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