Please tell me you do not really believe anything remotely revealing will be said early tomorrow morning. If the report was not sufficient to move you, it’s too late. It will be the audio book version and while I think Mueller will give a award winning rendition, it really is a waste of time. The democrats should move to impeach. They do not need this circus sideshow.

Pelosi is looking in the wrong place, respectfully. There can be no rational reckoning. We have gone way beyond rational. She should think of it more as a breathalyzer, a field sobriety test. Trump, not no one in the White House is going to pass the test. Of course they will say the test is rigged, fake news. But make no mistake, they are all driving impaired. Have some fun with it. Even though it is all deadly serious, the focus is constantly successfully shifted to bullshit.

If we were analyzing the acumen of poker players in the WSOP, we might legitimately say Trump has a tell. Simply put, when his lips are moving…he’s lying.

Any questions?

Vegas baby. 110 degrees Fahrenheit. Even the shade will melt your ass. But it’s nothing compared to the D.C. heat wave. A perfect storm of dust, tornado, swamp gas, and hot air. Trump has a Jewish problem. And it’s not Cohen.

Who the hell is Jeff Epstein. He looks like a true slime bag. He also looks like every pimp running his herd of hookers. But he seems to be a little too much into the product. Sell some, keep a lot. Or perhaps he is simply a humanitarian who selflessly shares a few hits with his pals. Trump is known to be or have been a pal. Awkward. And now Jeff will cool his heels in the slammer. Even though he clearly has sufficient liquid assets to buy his way out. Could be prosecutors have a much higher purpose in mind. And it may already be paying dividends. Jeff has hinted that his client list, um friends, will be made public. This of course to save himself. In the long list of cowards currently in power, he is the very small, rotting fish. After all, it’s easy to be a big tough brave macho guy when your target audience is 14 years and younger.

Trump fans take note…he’s coming for your daughters. And if you think that’s disgusting, he has probably had carnal knowledge in ways much easier to overlook than to admit or acknowledge. Because once you say, yeah maybe, willful blindness is no longer an option.

This shell game on steroids is designed to exhaust and befuddle the carnival goers. Even though we know the games are rigged, we keep handing over dollar bills. The biggest, bestest prizes are way up on the top shelf, but you know, if you’re going to play you want the best payout. Trump believers are clear about what they want. It’s the rest of us who are conflicted.

A round of Gatorade for my friends.