Did Andrew McCabe ever dream that he'd be in the same headline as Stormy Daniels? Why are we cats suddenly anticipating a rush of porno movies with big-breasted blondes seducing buttoned-up G-men? Not that we watch any films like that, of course. (Of course.)
Meanwhile, we're impressed with Stormy's attorney, Michael Avenatti. First, because he's kinda scary — we wouldn't want him to catch us clawing up the bottom of his favorite upholstered chair. Second, we love a man who answers a question with a single syllable. "Was your client threatened?" "Yes." "Was she physically threatened?" "Yes."
But even more impressively, Avenatti cuts to the heart of the nonsense that the execrable Trump-fixer Michael Cohen has tried to throw in his and Stormy's way. "How," asked Avenatti in a devastating tweet, "can President Donald Trump seek $20 million in damages against my client based on an agreement that he and Mr. Cohen claim Mr. Trump never was a party to and knew nothing about?" Perfect.
Strange that so many Americans are pinning their hopes on the legal fortunes of an adult film star, but we can't blame them. After the McCabe firing and the Dowd comments and Trump's furious tweetstorms, we were relieved just to wake up this morning to find our government still in quasi-working order. And with James Comey firing back at Trump on Twitter and coming out with a book soon, we find ourselves in the odd position of rooting for the guy who helped tank Hillary's Presidency. It's all too hideous, and we cats HISS.
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