Life of Wry

I’ve listened to a lot of court pundits and legal scholars talking about the trial (you know, the one where the former guy, before he shockingly became the guy, gave a lot of money to a woman he had an affair with on the condition she wouldn’t go public with details about their sexual encounter, thus keeping from Americans important information about just who this asshole is, and in the process also falsified accounting records…. that trial). No idea how it’ll go. My mood depends on who the legal analyst is… some are certain the state has made its case convincingly, others get far more technical and don’t believe a solid line’s been drawn yet to the defendant. Who… let’s just all agree, had the affair, freaked out when he learned the details might come out just two weeks before the election, totally directed his minions “to take care it” by paying off that nice porn star, and then lied through his teeth about all of it. And still is.

Favorite line so far, issued by the creep defendant: I won’t be on the market for long in response to Michael Cohen’s concern for the creep’s poor wife (who’d just given birth to their son) and his wondering if she’d be hurt, mad, or whatever. She just didn’t amount to a hill of beans as far as the psychopath republican nominee for president was concerned.. he’d be remarried soon enough.

Anyway. What an effing nightmare this guy is… this guy the evangelicals just eat up, whose cheesy bible they plunk $59.99 down for.

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I was trying to finish this blog and Jim’s in a hurry to go to Pub Quiz and is standing by the front door, and I say, “I just have to come up with a blog title and he says, “how about It’s Time to Go!“

That works!