Somewhere in the White House family residence, Jesica Jones’ mother, (she of Netflix fame) is at the piano playing Ain't We Got Fun, in her nervous eye-rolling way, not quite yet tearing the piano apart, but a neighbor, sensing disaster, has already run out of the White House screaming for help.
The White House is still standing, but Trump’s presidency is in meltdown. It’s the count of ten, and no one is getting up. Giuliani is still spinning, but he’s just a bad joke. It’s the last dance. Janitors are waiting to clean up. The moving vans are outside.
In the meantime, in between time, ain't we got fun?
The public may have missed it, but it seems Donald Trump already confessed that he conspired with the Russians during and after the election, and that he’s still conspiring with Russia.
"Want a Trump Tower penthouse in Moscow, Mr. Putin?"
When Trump heard that Special Counsel Mueller was appointed to investigate Russian conspiracy during the 2016 election, Trump confessed, saying, “I’m f——ked! This is the end of my presidency.”
Trump knew about the evidence Mueller would uncover. Trump’s statement was a true confession of guilt by saying, “I’m f——ked. This is the end of my presidency!”
Case closed. Okay.
Mrs. Jones' piano playing is getting louder, but the wrecking sequence hasn’t started. Hang on.
The Congressional Judiciary Committee asked the Treasury Department for Trump’s tax returns, and Treasury responded with the middle finger salute.
In the meantime, in between time...
Brian Williams of MSNBC announces on May 5, that Russian hackers hacked into at least one election network on election night. Did Hillary win Florida, the electoral vote and the presidency? News item disappears.
“I’m f— —ked, again.”
U.S. District Judge Emmet Sullivan ordered portions of the redacted Mueller Report in the criminal case against Michael Flynn to be unredacted and made public.
Attorney General Barr voted in contempt of Congress.
Justin Amash, Congressman of Michigan, is the first Republican to call for Trump’s impeachment.
Piano keys go flying off the keyboard. A piano leg collapses. Mrs. Jones is hammering away.
Read more by this author: