Ban, Moooch, Pubis and Drama Donny aren’t playing nice in the White House sand box. The neighborhood felines, otherwise known as leakers, have been using this space as a cat box for six months now.
And the Moooch guy has a real potty mouth. He seems to be the perfect catalyst for creating a beleaguered Donner party culture among those at the center of presidential power—a cult of cannibalism. It is ironic that the brilliant solution for Trump’s Katzenjammer Kids farce is to have him double down on his dysfunction. Is this the only way that this NY mob knows how to do business?
As expected, their communication solution is their next and immediate problem—and with the transgender flipflop, AG train wreck and the Mueller stealth investigation getting close to unmasking the truth, desperation has set in. The bear is focusing on the prey and everyone in the herd is putting on their track shoes in hopes of not being the slowest one in the group.
Ok, Trump supporters, when are you going to get real? Or are you planning to go off the cliff with him in a final burst of gravitational "freedom?"