BILLINGSGATE POST: The last episode ended with Special Agents Slim Everdingle and Detrick “Dirty Tricks” Detwiler passing gas to relieve the tension in their 1951 Studebaker Commander while in the midst of one the greatest handoffs of bogus intelligence since the beginning of the Looking Glass War between the KGB and the FBI in 1947.
The stark reality of witnessing the bizarre scene of two men, the tall one dressed to the hilt with a feathered boa fluffed around his neck in a disarmingly casual way, at the same time trying to keep his balance with his feet stuffed into silver pumps with four inch hour glass heels; the other one, as ugly a man who ever lived, wearing a ruffled tulle with satin shrugs, his feet more conventionally connected to the ground by his ankle-height, white Chuck Taylor Converse All Stars.
Obvious to Slim and Dirty Tricks, these men did not want to be recognized. So how were they to know that it was FBI Director James Comey handing off the Christopher Steele dossier to Special Counsel Robert Mueller; an act that will live in infamy as long as President Trump can pound out his nocturnal twitters.
Slim, who had a pronounced adversion to slopes, knew that Bruce Ohr received the dossier from his Russian speaking wife, who incidentally was employed by Fusion GPS to gather adversarial information against Donald Trump. Fusion was contracted by the DNC and Hillary Clinton to frame the President.
“Slim, what do think about the feathered boa the tall geek is wearing? You really think it’s from Hoover’s private collection?”
“Don’t know for sure. But I can’t keep my eyes off the ugly bastard wearing the ruffled tulle with the satin shrugs. Turns me on.”
“What the fuck, Slim. Let me outa here!”
“Haha! Wouldn’t touch that piece of shit if you threw in Stormy on the side.”
“Whew. You had me worried. This Studebaker doesn’t have enough room for that kinda shit.”
“Dirty, what we have here with these two gentlemen is a paradorks. On one hand, they are supposed to stand for law and order. But look at those miserable bastards. It would be better if they had a millstone tied around their necks and be thrown into a well. May a dyspeptic camel befoul their beds.”
“Book ‘em, Dano."
NOTE: To be continued....