Oboy, it’s Infrastructure Week again!
Any chance we might start with a simple cobbled one-laner leading from the White House to USP Victorville, suitable for a fat bastard in a tar-and-feathers jumpsuit riding a splintery rail?
Once again Charles P. Pierce breaks it all down so the rest of us can lean on our shovels.
Waiting for Mueller is now an unacceptable and inadequate response from the national legislature. Mueller’s job is to see if the president* and his minions should go to jail. The House’s job is to determine if the president* should not be the president* anymore.
Bring it. Impeach the sonofabitch. If nothing else you give him a fresh case of ants in his pants to distract him from rendering the Republic uninhabitable.
Here’s more, from Adam Serwer and Yoni Appelbaum at The Atlantic.
Meanwhile, from our No, No, No No No, No, No (Yes) Collusion Department. …
Ho boy. If Kevin Smith isn’t all over this, he should be. “Clerks III: Roll Another One.” It’d beat the hell out of being a clerk at the Quick Stop, or an independent contractor on the Death Star.
Jay and Silent Bob would have to hustle to sell weed outside it, though. Maybe Trek could kick in a couple e-bikes so they could keep up.
The speaker of the House lays an epic troll on Il Douche, suggesting that he postpone his State of the Union speech or submit it in writing.
I dunno. I don’t remember anything in the Constitution about black crayon and Big Chief tablets. Y’think he can manage it in 280 characters?
That’s what I call some prime-time Pelosi.
