
After Adolf Twitler rode to victory on the shoulders of his Brown Noses I argued that he would survive in office exactly as long as the Elefinks and their mahouts felt he still had some value to them, and no longer.
Have they finally squeezed him dry, with a week remaining in his term, which has become our sentence? Is there no more golden juice in the Orange?
Representatives and senators take an oath to “support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic,” and Adolf is demonstrably the latter. Whether they honor their oaths remains to be seen. That oath, in and of itself, should be enough for honorable people.
Impeach. Convict. Remove. Period.

Meena and I have a bet as to whether 17 GOP senators will flush this toilet.
I am not optimistic. But I’d love to be surprised.
I was happy when Mitch bailed out of Trump Airlines. But I know what you think. Opportunism.
Someone said they counted 20, but 19 of them would need a good push.
Let’s just say, Profiles in Courage 2 ain’t hitting the bookstores any time soon
Prostrate, sans courage.
I think the GOP has a prostrate infection.
He shoots, he scores!
Another take: The GOP is a prostrate infection.
Tee hee…
Watching online. Haven’t seen that many weiners at county fair.
It’s like a casting call for a new reality-TV show, “Who Needs a Punch in the Jaw?”
232-197. 10 Republicans voted to impeach.
Step one of your 4 point plan is done and dusted. Suits me right down to the ground.
Me too, Paddy me boyo. Me too.
The interesting part is watching the People of Money passing the word that it’s tough to do business as usual in a burning building.
“Remember how much it sucks to work for a living? Could be you, Senator. Just sayin’.”
I think I know where future campaign financing is going. A whole line of passionate young moderate Republicans anxious to replace the old boot kissing GOP legislators. “Here’s your brown jacket, there’s the door old man. I’ll make sure it hits you on the ass on the way out. Oh yeah. I’ve heard that Rudy is over a the Trump plaza looking for people to help carry out the old mattresses.”
Very good Shawn. Nobody wants those mattresses. Tomato sauce stains are hard to remove.