Lyin’ Ryan is fixin’ to hit the door running, say The Atlantic, The Washington Post. and The New York Times.
No doubt the Squeaker of the House wishes to spend more time with the family. The Gambinos, perhaps, since the Trumps have proven to be heavy lifting for a fellow with a spine of Jell-O.
I guess it’s true what they say: When the going gets tough, the tough get going. I mean, just look at him go!
It’s simple, really. Like the rest of us, the FBI simply wants to know:
Did he have to put the $130,000 in her G-string, one buck at a time?
“Drain the swamp,” my large, pale, Irish-American arse.
Why, it’s gotten so swampy up there in DeeCee that even the alligators are wearing alligator shoes.
Asked why he turned down an appointment as national-security adviser, NecronomiCom CEO Cthulhu replied, “What, I should work for a lesser evil? See you in New Hampshire.”
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