Anchor Struck

I’m loathe to admit it, but Trump is right that the Mueller investigation is a fruitless witch hunt.  No women have been indicted or convicted.  But Big Bob just hung two more male pelts on the wall this week, and they were heavies.  Yet-to-be-named Americans and two dozen or so Russians are on his radar.  So some of them may be of the distaff persuasion.  It’s difficult to keep track as new bread crumbs from the investigation drop constantly.  Even Omarosa can’t get any ink.

Indeed, the flipping of Trump allies David Pecker and Allen Weisellberg the past two days are actually appetizer grade.  I used to think that it would be to the world’s advantage for Mueller to make his move before the mid-terms, but now I’m digging the pace as it is.  The slower the facts come out, the weaker Trump gets.  His claim that the markets would crash and everyone would be poor if he’s impeached is just flat out pathetic.  And he thinks flipping should be “almost” outlawed.  What the hell does that mean?

However it plays out, prepare for the worst.  The more desperate Trump gets, the more likely he’ll overreact.  And that could be Avengers’ movie spectacular.

I have been striving to avoid using nicknames for Trump, retiring my favourite, Aging Orange, many months ago.  But a new one surfaced this week that I feel quite adult about using because it’s legally accurate AND insulting.  Henceforth, I will often refer to the Donald as Individual One.

Two stray thoughts:

(1) As John McCain enters his final stage of life, I feel like he might be remembered as the last true Republican.  Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan are nowhere to be found as Trump systematically destroys the GOP.  Thanks for sinking Trump’s healthcare bill, John.  That was truly heroic.

(2) With football season starting soon, I renew my admiration of players kneeling in protest during the national anthem.  Individual One tries to rally veterans against them, but this is one former Marine who will take no cues from a coward.