A bedtime story for Comey lovers--Trump's wild Moscow nights
So, Demonratic Trump collusion story has melted like snowfall in Miami, taking 14 months to do so. No evidence is final determination of House Intel Committee as it wraps up months of wasted work, much of it wasted by two things: lying Jim Comey (and Brennan, Clapper, and a host of others) and by whining Mad Adam Schiff, appearing on 250 talk shows in 14 months--I wonder how much WE spent on his cab fare to the TV studios.
Let us set the scene for the bedtime story, just so you all get fatigued enough to start yawning. In the beginning, Obama spawned James Comey, an act of selfish parthenogenesis. Tenaciously the Comey Creature (not to be confused by the Klinton Creature) attached himself to the corpus of the FBI (Famously Botched Investigations) like a barnacle. Although Barnacle Jim was gifted with the ability to speak, he was not gifted with the ability to tell the truth. Indeed, the Barnacle has a built-in aversion to the Truth. Telling the truth makes the Barnacle "queasy".
Before Barnacle Jim attached himself to the FBI, he had attached himself to a Swan (aka RSM III) for whom the Barnacle felt great affection. Together the Swan and the Barnacle formed a union perhaps as strong as that between Lovely Lindsey and John McStain. The S & B duo had succeeded in sucking millions out of the HSBC Bank and Laundry. They covered for each other during the U1 quid pro quo. The Swan actually delivered radioactive yellowcake to V. V. Putin. This act had a profound effect on the Swan, changing his feathers from white to black, a color which remains to this day.
The Barnacle proved himself both prescient and amnestic. First he wrote an exculpatory apologia for Her Heinous before the investigation even started. Just so the witnesses could not reveal the secrets Her revealed, they were granted immunity AND were allowed to attend Her deposition.
So the Barnacle proved 100% correct in his prediction, mainly because he made up the rules. Problem is the Barnacle, being unfamiliar with veracity, has to write down everything he hears, at least when the speech emanates from Donald the Orange. So he dashes off memos on the way from meetings with 4-10-20. For some reason, unknown to mere mortals, some of these memos are marked "classified", although the proper classification should be Hearsay.
In the interest of
self-preservation patriotism, the Barnacle leaked 4 of the 7 memos to friend Lawyer Richman so that Richman could then leak them to NYT. Four of the Seven memos were classified, therefore the Barnacle had to leak at least one classified memo to Richman, a federal felony. It is also averred that the Barnacle may have provided some of his memos to others. This is irrelevant though, because the damage was done.
Through a variety of maneuvers the Barnacle had the memos delivered to the Swan. Low (and I do mean low) and behold, the Swan trumpeted that this was Evidence. Evidence of what? Never you mind to what this evidence pertained, it is sufficient to initiate a search for...for...for something, anything.
Sadly for B & S, no collusion was discovered between Bears and the Orange man. But the probe must go on! We must find something. Aha! We found something: the Pee-pee Portfolio in which unbiased investigator, Christopher Steele, supplied by funds from unbiased funds transferred through unbiased law firm Perkins-Coie via unbiased, patriotic Killary. Where did this salacious, prurient, unsanitary act occur? Mosckva, tovarisch! And didn't Trump stay in Mosckva for the Miss Universe pageant? Da--er, yes.
Now, we come to the bedtime story
Late last January, at a private White House dinner attended only by Donald Trump and Jim Comey, the president steered the conversation to a sensitive topic: “the golden showers thing.” He wanted the then-FBI director to know, Comey later wrote in a memo, that not only did he not consort with hookers in a Moscow hotel room in 2013, it was an impossibility. Trump “had spoken to people who had been on… the trip with him and they had reminded him that he didn’t stay over night in Russia for that," Comey recalled.
Trump made the same claim a second time, telling Comey in a later Oval Office meeting "that he hadn’t stayed overnight in Russia during the Miss Universe trip,” as Comey wrote.
So Comey is telling the truth, departing from recent past history? Trump denied staying overnight in Moscow according to who? And so what?
If the purpose of this is to lay (pun intended) a basis for the Golden Showers story (libretto by C. Steele, edited by Fusion GPS, Shearer, and Blumenthal). Again, so what?
How long does it take for a person to pee on another person? Perhaps to these prostatically-challenged morons investigating MMT (minimal micturition time), it may take several to many hours to do so because none of them can their bladders in under an hours (one reason for which Mad Adam's eyes bulge). Clearly, Trump had to stay in Moscow overnight to receive the full benefit of his urinary baptism. Indeed.
Forget this for a moment. Who said that Trump said that Trump did not stay overnight in Moscow? Barnacle Jim. Barnacle Jim, the liar of lies, the prince of perjury, the Sultan of Salacious.
For an interesting outlook on this latest Trump-bashing fiasco, you may enjoy this 25 minute video.
Shall we dance?