By Sniffles
Today's Epstein-du-Jour breaking news is that Pam Bondi told Benedict Donald that he was in the Epstein files back in May. Well, of course she did, and of course he is. That probably means that a whole lot of other people in Washington got the news back then, too.
We've gotten to the point where a dead man is running our government. Donald has gone completely batty, posting bizarre things on his social media platform and forgetting that he appointed Jerome Powell chair of the Fed. Congress is shut down. Preacher of the House Mike Johnson sent his members home early so they would stop fighting about releasing the whole Epstein caboodle. (It won't work, Mike.)
All of this means that voters who live in red Congressional districts need to spend the next six weeks tying up the phone lines and beating down the doors of their members' local offices, demanding answers. (Republicans sure as heck won't be holding any town halls.) As for us Democrats, we should all follow the example of Congresswoman Jasmine Crockett, who has accused Trump and his team of committing an updated, MAGA version of Nixon's 18-and-a-half-minute gap.
"We may still be talking about it come September, when we come back into session, but to go from 'It’s on my desk' to 'It doesn’t exist,' they may be engaging in destroying evidence," Crockett said on a podcast. "We know that [Trump] is not above that."
Yep, and yep. Did Crockett offer any proof? No, but who cares? Isn't it Trump who is always floating stuff to get it into the media narrative? Why not give him a taste of his own medicine? And by the way, could some intrepid journalist make it his or her mission to figure out if the Trumpsters are burning and shredding stuff? We cats would appreciate it. Meanwhile, we HISS and PURR at the same time.
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