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Therra Cat Jaramillo
Howdy Horn Honkers.
I am a tad surprised at how purely panicked President Trump has become over millions of Americans (including his voters and representatives of his own party) demanding the release of the Epstein files.
He was informed in May by his personal legal poodle Pam Bondi that his name is all over those files.
So when Elon Musk tweeted in June that Trump didn't want the Epstein intelligence info released because his name was in there, Mars Man was tweeting truth.
What has surprised me a bit is how Trump is truly flailing in a way I haven't seen before.
He's grasping at any and everything to distract his so easily led flock to get them off Epstein and onto something...anything...else.
But a sizable chunk of MAGA isn't biting thus far. They want those files.
I can't say that I blame them.
So desperate has he become that he's reached back almost 10 years and has commanded armor-twat Tulsi Gabbard to investigate Barack Obama for treason for Russiagate.
Conservative N.Y. Times columnist Bret Stephens dubbed Gabbard "The Director of National Idiocy" and nowhere is this more accurate than in this bogus and literally Trumped-up investigation.
Whether you love or hate Obama -- and there doesn't seem to be much middle ground anymore -- this is completely silly and will end up exactly nowhere.
I'd have more respect for our panicked President and the brittle Ms. Gabbard if they just called a presser and with straight and angry faces demanded accountability for Obama's tan suit.
That's how bonkers this whole distraction dance is.
Trump's denials, fake accusations, and recent release of the MLK files hasn't yet distracted enough folks from what they really want to see.
So Gabbard, in true she-wolf of the SS style, has now "revealed" that Vladimir Putin (you read that right, they are now quoting Putin) held back files in 2016 that Hillary Clinton, during her presidential run, was "on a daily regimen of tranquilizers."
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit.
Don Jr is a full-on coke head and Donald Trump is addicted to Adderall to the point of regularly soiling his own britches.
I like a president who doesn't shit his own pants. But that's just me, the anti-public-pants-shitting voter.
Hunter Biden had very real problems with crack.
But Hillary needed mood stabilizers to deal with the dicks in DC and we're supposed to wig out over this non-news from almost a decade and three presidents ago.
Hillary Clinton is not president today and she lost the 2016 election. I personally don’t care if she snorts crushed quaaludes off the ass of a Care Bear.
Perhaps if I had to deal with everything Mrs. Clinton has, I might consider same.
What her doctor prescribes is not of interest to me.
But I do care that President Trump is named the Epstein files and what I know for sure is this: if it's just innocent info -- even if it's kinda icky and entitled -- about the friendship they shared, then there's not much to worry about.
But the president is indeed worried.
That's obvious. Trump is worried to the point where his normal erratic behaviour has shifted into overdrive and heading into barking mad territory.
He now appears to be shitting his pants during his non-Adderall hours.
Why?
What's in those files?
I think the American people deserve to know the facts when their president is named in the investigation of a well-known sex trafficker and abuser.
But that's just me, the anti-sex-crimes and anti-public-pants-shitting voter.
You?
