Sessions and Rosenstein dine together: love feast or dinner at the Borgias?

Not only can politics make strange bedfellows but also strange dining companions.

Sessions dines with Rosenstein at pricey French restaurant in DC. From the picture, the uncushioned stark wooden chairs don't look so upper-crustic, but I supposes the food is good (or at least priced that way).

Attorney General Jeff Sessions had a very public dinner Wednesday night with his deputy, Rod Rosenstein, at a restaurant located directly across the street from President Trump's Washington, D.C. hotel.

The two top Justice Department officials were joined by Solicitor General Noel Francisco for a meal at Central Michel Richard, an upscale French bistro on Pennsylvania Avenue.
Axios first reported that the trio had gone out to eat, with a source close to Sessions telling the publication that the meeting was 'in no way planned as pushback or an act of solidarity against the president.'

Well, well, what do we have here? A pissed off Sessions, angered by numerous Trump Tweets, sidling up to "the enemy"? "Yeah, Rod, I know we've had our differences but let's bury our hatchets...in Trump". Maybe but not likely. It would of course be said in diplomatese so the proles wouldn't know WTF these guys were talking about, even if they could get inside the restaurant.

So what did the besieged Sessions, often accused of being a do-nothing laggard, including by yours truly, gossip reporter for the Daily Alligator, the Voice of the Swamp, say to the equally besieged Rod Rosenstein? Only Francisco knows. Peace in our time--or--peace in our slime?

Is Sessions really a do-nothing, anti-scientific layabed persecuting pot users and drinking mint juleps until collapses into the arms of Morpheus, dreaming of doing unicorns? Izzie? Or, congnating above my rated IQ, is there something deeper to this? Holy crap, Donnie dumps daily on him (sort of Debbie does Awans Dallas).

Pleeze forgive because I am only a gossip columnist, swimming in the semi-frigid waters of the Potomac, looking a fat, drunken lobbyist to serve up a nice meal. Maybe, I could snag some really tasty Popppadopppolus, as I really like to eat Greek. Plus he is well-marinated.

But then, I hear disquieting rumors about 37 investigation into Clinton emails, Clinton foundation, Clinton pay-to-play, Clinton cronies' lying, deceit at the FBI (the worlds "greatest intelligence agency", which could not even pick Nikolas Cruz out of a line-up of one), Romantic emails (now that's quite term, ain't it) between star struck Stzok and turn the Page avowing, not so much passion for each other but detestation for all things Trump--and others.

We all know there is a wildly undulating Orangutan in the Orange House, proclaiming "shithole" and "motherfucker" throughout the land. Just imagine school children in 100 years, if there are school children extant then, having to read such subtle prose from a chief executive. He's turned the heat up with return to the good old days of economic stagnation and inflation by arranging things that the bottom 66% can't buy any more, i.e., tariff. The remaining 33% will have to stretch their petrobucks even further

But, was it! Is this a clever Drumpfian deception? You know the man who has Sun Tzu and A. Hitler books. Do you think he has absorbed nothing? Even Spongebob Squarepants can absorb some things. Here is my theory--and I'm sticking with it--at least until tomorrow:

Drumpf's numerous anti-Sessions tweets are designed to lull the DemonRATs into a false sense of security that J. Beauregard is really on the side of Team Blue, letting inaction be his guiding principle. My theory is that the master of Sun Tzu and bad policy is fooling the enemy (read DNC and fellow travelers) into believing ain't nothin' gonna happen to dem Dems no way, no how.

Of course, even a gossip columnist must occasionally back up statements with something like truth (are you listening CNN?)

From reliable reporter, Tracy Beanz: What is Sessions doing? 44 minutes.

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is to Sun Tzu as a hemorrhoid is to Albert Einstein.

Not that Sun Tzu is anything to aspire to. Bloody old bastard got a woody killing women.

In other news, it has been confirmed that the creamy garlic sauce on the pizzas is spirit-cooked Podesta semen. Order accordingly.

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