There was no point or purpose other than the obvious.
Outcome expectations ranged from appalling to apocalyptic as Air Force One headed to Helsinki and our Colluder-in-Chief’s annual employment review.
Trump’s NATO meetings were disastrous. A hundred thousand marched against him in London waving taunting signs, many of which would make a biker blush. A 19-foot baby blimp diapered in his image merrily floated above the crowds. His visit to Windsor Castle and Tea with the Queen lasted less than an hour, suggesting Her Majesty, just to be rid of him, sucked down her brew like chugging a beer bong.
With a dozen Russian Military Intelligence Officers now under criminal indictment on federal felony counts in addition to the 13 Russian nationals and three specific companies similarly accused in February, Trump’s “rigged hoax” is crashing down toward his humungous head like a Scottish protester.
At the same time the latest charges were being announced, a Greenpeace activist paraglided himself only feet above as Donald arrived at his Scottish golf course on Friday. Duck, Donald! Trump nearly tripped over a curb as Secret Service agents steered him to safety. “TRUMP: WELL BELOW PAR” read a massive yellow banner clutched by the offender as he zipped above the president. Scottish police confirm they had been given a “heads up” about the pending intrusion 10 minutes in advance, but possibly may not have warned Trump to keep his head down. Or he didn’t listen.
He certainly didn’t listen to bipartisan demands that he either immediately abandon his Putin Summit plans in the wake of such damning new developments or, more boldly, dramatically confront Vladimir with insistence that the named perpetrators be arrested and extradited for trial. Trump offered a fat chance for either – pun intended.
The Trump/McClintock administration continues to brutally embarrass our nation at every turn as the rest of the free world watches with deep disappointment and ever increasing horror.
Of course Donny and Vlad will spend significant time alone together in celebration of a love that dare not speak its name.
In 1964, when Barry Goldwater ran against Lyndon Johnson, a Christian school superintendent, pastor and anti-communist conservative writer named John A. Stormer published a book entitled, “None Dare Call It Treason.” Democrats were accused of paving the way for a Soviet victory in the Cold War. It sold 7 million copies, but Johnson carried 44 of the 50 states and crushed Goldwater by more then 15 million ballots in popular voting. Of course, I mention this only in passing with no intention of impugning the innocent.
Back to the target, I am saddened that our president’s favorite goon, Kim Jong-un, now holds hostage our fallen dead.
North Korean officials did not show up last Thursday in Panmunjom for a scheduled meeting with their American counterparts to discuss the return of the remains of U.S. soldiers who died in the Korean War.
This repatriation had not only been agreed upon during the recent Shanghai meetings with Kim, but is something President Trump keeps irrationally insisting has already taken place.
This is yet another fantasy, like those thousands of New Jersey Muslims in Trump’s mind celebrating 9/11 or those 3 million imaginary illegal immigrants who voted for Hillary or that certain former president with a suspicious foreign name who personally wiretapped Trump Tower, probably lowered on a jungle vine from a Deep State helicopter flown by diabolical snowflake elitists on a Godless, moonless night.
Is not the whole world conspiring against him? Is this not an ultimate rebellion against his unbelievably stable genius?
Can Trump not make Russian great again?