Yeah, it’s not rocket science. The FBI protects us all–from some really bad, bad stuff. So why would President “Fat Donnie” want to kneecap the agency?
Years ago I used to fence saber against an FBI agent–generally unsuccessfully. We never discussed politics, religion, his work, my work, or anything else very much. We just fenced saber, sometimes in parking lots if there wasn’t any better venue available. I had to get an elbow guard because his damn passing attacks were just beyond me to stop or even partly parry. No quarter was given or expected. It was more like street fighting than fencing. That whole “right of way” stuff was by the boards. It was more like “kill or be killed”.
It was brutal. And fun!
And it was helpful in one notable incident. Some street thug came up and threatened me in St. Thomas when I was carrying one of those collapsible umbrellas that you can put in your briefcase. This thug had just followed six St. John women down the waterfront, screaming abuse and threatening them. So I followed him because it looked as if things might get out of hand. (Those dumb women were just encouraging him by fleeing and acting scared.)
They scooted into a coffee shop and the guy turned around and saw me. He started getting in my face. So I gave him two quick, hard saber cuts across the face with the collapsed umbrella. It had to hurt, but it wouldn’t really do any damage. That shut him the hell up. It was the last time he bothered any of us St. John commuters when we got off the downtown ferry.
But one time my FBI fencing opponent did say “You think you know what bad is. You don’t. And you don’t want to know.”
I believed him.
There was a secret obstacle course up in the hills of St. John that another local athlete had set up specifically for extreme training. He said FBI agents from Puerto Rico worked out there. He introduced me to a couple. One day I was in the gym in St. Thomas lifting weights. I walked into another room & these guys were lifting enormous poundage. No one else was in the room and one of them said quietly “Nobody knows who we are here”. I knew what he meant, didn’t speak or even pause, just turned around and walked out and did toe raises on a different machine instead. Whenever I saw them around I never spoke, looked at them or away from them, just did not in any way betray that I’d even seen them. Because I knew they probably weren’t on vacation. They were working–on serious stuff.
The Caribbean’s a real dangerous place. All of these FBI guys were the kind you’d be glad to have in your foxhole–if you weren’t a coward or dead weight as far as fighting capability. I wouldn’t want them in my foxhole if I was a f–k-up though. They seemed like the kind of guys who might toss you out if you couldn’t hold up your end of the foxhole. These were clearly very dangerous people.
I mention this because the sliming, derision, and maltreatment of the elite law enforcement agency, the FBI, by Fat Donnie Trump, mini-him Jeff Sessions and other Russian apparatchiks is doing great harm to all of us. Not to mention, it’s sooooo lowdown. They do not deserve this s–t.
To digress for a moment–even though I’m told that Jeff Sessions is actually the Keebler elf, I think he’s more like an orc that was once an elf until evil got its hooks into his tiny carcass.
Sessions seems intent on incarcerating and/or destroying anyone who purveys, profits from, or benefits from legal medical (or legal recreational) marijuana.
Why? The obvious answer would be that, for unfathomable reasons, Sessions wants to help Mexican drug lords protect their profits from illegal weed. And they want to help him limit legal alternatives to their illegal products. Just how much do “we the rabble” know about where and from whom Jeff Sessions got campaign donations when he was foolishly running for president. (Even our eclectic voters had to know the country would never hold still for being governed by another species. Sorry, no orcs for president.)
What other logical reason presents itself? How hard would it be for those vicious drug cartels to funnel donations to the little weasel? Does Sessions seem like the kind of guy to turn his nose up at the prospect of wads of dirty cash? He’s a beggar from a beggar state that the rest of us subsidize to the tune of $2.46 for every dollar of federal tax revenue. Having one’s hand out is a way of life in Alabama. You do the math.
And Trump and the rest of his Russian-financed cabal, uh, I mean consultants, seem more determined to get rid of anyone who stands between him and a willing patsy who would fire Robert Mueller to put an end to his investigation of Fat Donnie’s favors from Putin.
Was Fat Donnie was doing something more troublesome in Russia than having prostitutes pee on him? Like, oh, say, mega money laundering maybe.
The FBI badasses–and they are that, despite their buzzcut hair styles and 1950’s dress code–are desperately trying to keep the likes of Fat Donnie and his apparatchiks from dismantling our democracy forever. They have their hands full just trying to keep track of all the hoodlums in the White House and in Fat Donnie’s circle of questionable cohorts.
My hypothesis is that Putin bought outright or extorted Fat Donnie to run for president. Fat Donnie’s his man, bought and paid for. He was specifically recruited by Putin, who helped him get elected, for the purpose of damaging our democracy and thus limiting the power of Putin’s most powerful opponent. At least that’s my working hypothesis. (I suppose I could possibly be wrong.)
And, I think maybe real law enforcement men like Robert Mueller and the FBI agents (AKA real men) are Fat Donnie’s worst nightmare. He can’t slime them out of the picture as he does most of his enemies. He can’t lie them away, he can’t buy them off. They are dogged and relentless and they know the difference between real facts and truth from made up BS peddled by our decidedly unmanly, waddling president, Fat Donnie.
You can blow all the farts out of your mouth that you want Fat Donnie, it won’t save you. Real men (and women) of the FBI are comin’ for you and the rest of the crooks.
My money’s on them for finding the truth. Who knows, truth might even be stranger than fiction. Maybe Fat Donnie will be exonerated. But I doubt it.
Whose side are Fat Donnie and Sessions the Keebler Orc on? Not “we the rabble” that’s for sure.