When it came to nut up or shut up, guess what Sens. John Cornyn of Texas and Thom Tillis of North Carolina did?
Lemme give you a hint: They won’t have any trouble hitting the high notes in choir come Sundays.
The two alleged senators had refused to bless Todd Blanche’s bid to rock The Big Chair at Justice unless the former mouthpiece for You Know Who committed in writing to (a) dropping a $1.8 billion slush fund for traitors, fart-sniffers, and ring-kissers, and (2) getting a hammerlock on the issuance of “Get Out of IRS Jail Free” cards for blood kin and pretty much anyone else with a whiff of damp, wrinkly ass on their breath.
And then hey presto! Blanche pops back with assurances scribbled on — hell, who knows what? One of Whiskey Pete’s bar tabs or Ka$h P’tui’s monogrammed buttfloss — and these two fold like Mar-a-Lago beach chairs in a category-five hurricane.
Killjoys dismiss Blanche’s assurances, written or otherwise, as “a political solution to a political problem, not a legally binding document.”
The original terms of the documents creating the fund said it “may be modified only with the written agreement of the parties” — a reference to Mr. Trump, his sons Eric and Donald Trump Jr., the Trump Organization and specific government agencies.
Mr. Blanche’s order, however, is a government document signed only by him. “So absent any new executed agreement that they enter into, all of this is meaningless as a matter of law,” said Matthew Platkin, a Democratic former New Jersey attorney general now in private practice, representing various people suing over the fund.
“Law.” It is the hee, and also the haw. To this gang of brigands, it’s the law that is meaningless.
• Addendum: For more, see Talking Points Memo.
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What! You didn’t have any pigeon testicles laying around? Oh yeah. They already flew the coop.
Eventually though, we’re going to have a politician that doesn’t need balls to competently run the country and she will have no problems wielding the scythe that removes those that are hanging in the way of proper leadership.
The show will be over when the old fat loser sings ala’ falsetto.
What did we expect? Spineless, just like the rest of congress. Blanche has never been qualified for this job; he isn’t now. Stay liquid me amigos.
Liquid you say? As imbibe some intoxicating versions? Or make sure whatever was in your bank account is now under your mattress? Probably best to roll with both POB.
Sean is right. Time for the testosterone to be banned from Congress for a few years. Let the gals take the helm.
Second the motion. Old white guys are not getting the cattle to Abilene.
Might be a time for an official retirement age, too. Can you imagine your average elderly working stiff just disappearing for a couple months with a sick headache, the vapors, whatevs, and maintaining radio silence about his condition though the paychecks keep turning up just the same?
Ho ho, etc.
I remember once a copy-desk chief told me ixnay when I asked to leave work because I felt unwell. She didn’t change her mind until after I barfed in the trash can.
It’s all about keeping the party seat and majority. Whether there’s an ass keeping that saddle warm or not don’t matter to the party. Put a woman in charge to second Shawn. Herb, old buddy, time for a cold Four Peaks Golden Lager and putting another G under the mattress.