Boy, nothing enrages the shittiest people alive quite like Donald Trump getting indicted. HEY, YOU CAN’T ARREST THAT GAME SHOW HOST, I WAS WORSHIPPING THAT GUY! They want to insurrect again so badly, only they’re afraid they’d fuck it up like the last one. And they would, of course. They’re idiots.
Lookit Mark Levin. Like a cyst about to burst. Because Donald Trump wasn’t allowed to steal national defense secrets. I think Clay Higgins needs a wellness check, by the way. I believe I saw Andy Biggs digging a trench.
Yes, despite the best efforts of the pool boy, Donnie One-Term made history as the first former President to face federal charges, because he stole a bunch of classified shit and refused to give it back, which is against the law for all sorts of good reasons.
37 counts in all. Violations of the Espionage Act. Conspiracy to obstruct justice. 31 counts of willful retention of national defense information. These are not small crimes.
Hey, I don’t know who needs to hear this, but stealing is still illegal. You know how you’re not allowed to take gum from the grocery store? It might be helpful to think of nuclear secrets as really special, important gum.
They obtained a warrant, and raided his house, where they found a bunch of stolen documents. They obtained his former lawyer’s notes through the crime-fraud exception to attorney-client privilege. They’ve got testimony from everybody from Meadows to the Mar-a-Lago Secret Service detail.
The closest thing he had to a defense was pretending to believe he had the power to declassify stuff with his mind, (well, he did pass that one cognitive test) but it turns out there’s even a recording of the doofus trying to impress people with his rad classified document collection.
All I’m saying is, for a deep state hoax perpetrated to distract the public from Hunter Biden’s plot to fill all the furry kid litter boxes with rainbow fentanyl, they certainly did their homework.
Walt Nauta, the Dotard’s adorable teen sidekick, got indicted, too, for conspiracy to obstruct justice. Which, yeah, is about what you’d think would happen when you conceal subpoenaed documents from the government and lie about it.
Oh, and couple more lawyers quit. Which opens up some intriguing possibilities. MAH GOD, THAT’S RUDY GIULIANI’S MUSIC!
Now, if I were looking to pry my political party from the suicidal clutches of a loser death cult, this would seem like a golden opportunity to finally stand tall, and proclaim, in clear, ringing tones, “Perhaps the fellow who commits crimes all the time shouldn’t be in charge,” but the GOP only has the one spine to pass around, and Willard’s hogging it.
Ken Buck’s right, though, when he says all this law enforcement gives Trump “credibility” with the fash-curious Republican base. Yes, Ken, your party rewards crime and lionizes criminals. Your mom must be proud.
Can you dorks just take the fucking off-ramp? At long last?
No, somehow the consensus remains that only the mob-inciting sex criminal who stole “information regarding defense and weapons capabilities of both the US and foreign countries, US nuclear programs, potential vulnerabilities of the US and its allies to military attack” will do. As President of the United States.
And y’know what? I disagree. I’m leaning Biden. (Gonna give Cornel West a hard look, though, or maybe No Labels,because I’m a FUCKING MORON.)
Anyway, there’s still Fani Willis to hear from yet. Plus Jack Smith’s investigation into January 6th, which has progressed to the point where investigators are willing to risk physical proximity to Steve Bannon, a step few take lightly.
Kevin McCarthy not only fucked up a procedural rules vote that hasn’t been fucked up in more than twenty years, but in the process of fucking it up, managed to lose control of the House floor to eleven colicky Freedom Caucusers. Gave up, cancelled votes for the week, went home. Right now, Chip Roy is swinging from a chandelier, while Matt Gaetz rubs his butt on all the desks.
Kevin covered himself in all this glory, by the way, over a trolly messaging bill destined to be laughed out of the Senate, granting full citizenship rights to gas stoves or some shit. What this means for Marjorie Taylor Greene’s bill mandating clearly defined and labeled genitalia on all Potato Head products is anybody’s guess.
Just prior to this debacle, McCarthy’s old colleague Mick Mulvaney published a column titled “Is Kevin McCarthy just really that good at his job?” Well. Asked and answered.
An indeterminate number of stale marshmallow Peeps officially entered the Republican presidential primary this week. Pence managed to get through a town hall without anybody building a gallows, so he’s surpassing expectations. The fantasy of Chris Christie as some sort of tragically heroic suicide bomber persists. And did you know that North Dakota has its very own governor?
Elsewhere in the field, Nikki Haley promised not to execute women who have abortions. RINO.
Meanwhile, Ron DeSantis is still cruising to victory…inside Rich Lowry’s head, anyway. Ron actually had his best week in months, primarily because he failed to draw much attention to himself, beyond defending his opponent’s many crimes, and sharing “apparent AI-generated fake images of Trump and Fauci” on Twitter. Impressive man.
Oh, and he’s already pissed 16.7 million taxpayer dollars away on legal fees related to his various culture war shitfits, with no end in sight. Well, you can’t argue with the results.
Congratulations, Alabama, your congressional gerrymander was too racist for John Roberts. That’s like the Mendoza Line for institutional white supremacy, by the way. Remember when Jeff Sessions was too racist to be a judge? And then Alabama elected him to the Senate for decades? Yeah, that’s why we need a Voting Rights Act, John.
Clarence Thomas needs more time to finish his homework assignment, America. When an oligarch finances so much of your extravagant lifestyle, you can’t be expected to total up the receipts overnight, can you? Plus, a bunch of stuff is technically on loan from Harlan’s private Hitler collection.
The feminized liberal nanny state says smoke inhalation is bad for you, but thanks to my ivermectin-fortified constitution and the Manhood™️ bestowed upon me by the certificate of completion at the end of Josh Hawley’s book, I understand my God-given right to fill my lungs with ash. I march tomorrow, under General Pirro, into battle ‘gainst the invading Canadian air. Courage, mom.
Apparently, one of Jim Jordan’s FBI “whistleblowers” was suspended for leaking sensitive information to Project Veritas. I’m sure this “one-eyed mole” that’s got Jesse Watters and Anna Paulina Luna all hot n’ bothered is totally legit, though.
Tucker Carlson spared no expense for his big return to the right-wing rage-o-sphere, poaching the set designer from the fanciest community theatre in town, you know, Jody, who does all the Neil Simon shows at the high school. Definitely not Marty, that pretentious hack who butchered Fiddler at theatre in the park last summer.
Take some pride in your work, man. You’re embarrassing your partners in Russian state media.
Ah, but now Fox says Tucker breached his contract! Enough foreplay, rip each other to bits, you evil fucks. Tucker n’ Elon vs. the Murdochs, for the rotten hearts and rigorously laundered minds of the most bilkable rubes that e’er drew breath. Gonna be one uuuuuuuuuugly little fight.
I’m all for it. I am the wingnut circular firing squad’s hottest cheerleader. Bannon and MTG are feuding? What a marvelous idea. Everybody take sides and start making bomb threats.
A DNA test cleared professional wrestler “Sweet” Stan Lane of the slanderous allegation that his genetic material was responsible for Lauren Boebert’s defective brain. Lane expressed relief that his restored reputation could once again rest on all the terrible, terrible things he used to do to Ricky Morton.
I see the journalist-dismembering House of Saud bought golf. I feel like Paddy Chayefsky would have something to say about that.
Kari Lake released a “protest song” called 81 Million Votes, My Ass, easily the carniest act yet of her carnier-all-the-time decline period. I just bought a ticket to the parking lot behind CPAC 2028 so I can watch Kari bite the heads off chickens.
I bet Chris Licht winds up on the same Trivial Pursuit card as Liz Truss. I bet he cancels his Atlantic subscription, too.
Turns out George Santos’ lawyer was at the Capitol Riot, but only for networking purposes. Maybe he can represent the guy who attacked cops with bug spray.
…or the guy from my all-time favorite sketch comedy show? Goddammit, someone whose work has delighted me for years joined a terrorist mob. Boy, that is fucking disheartening.
I gotta get offline before I find out one of my beloved high school English teachers turned into a Proud Boy den mother. Fuck. I require several beers. You stay safe out there, friends. Gonna be a wild ride. (And hey, the email list at showercapblog.com is the kewlest email list on whole dang information superhighway.)