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In spite of all of the blustering of the
near-hysterical President Trump, Bob Mueller kept his
counsel to himself and quietly and adroitly plodded away at
the gargantuan task before him: To rid the White House and
those minions who, as flies around rotten meat, clung and
cling to Trump regarding his effusive denials of collusion
with the Russkies.
Trump, in his self-made delusional world where he is
King and Prophet and Lawgiver, always was the court jester
trying to throw Bob Mueller off of the trail with his bright
shiny objects of misdirection, be it the false claims of
birtherism, crowd sizes or Muslim hate tweets; and a fresh
daily assorted pack of lies and distortions so as to have
his loyal base mesmerized by freshly-aired conspiracy
stories.
Trump is the consummate master of ill manners and hate
mongering and has a profane moral code by which he operates
to his glee. Even white evangelicals sold their soul and
went a' whoring after other gods if it meant getting Trump
elected.
For those soulless evangelicals they probably decided
that they can ask for forgiveness later but, for them, the
now was only what mattered and that meant getting the con
artist from New York elected so they could root and howl
about, "one of theirs" being in the highest office in the
land.
Michael Flynn was in that sordid trumpian orbit of
anger, hostility and mis-placed allegiances when he went all
out for Trump. In a manner of speaking, Flynn also sold his
fractious soul for the highest amount of Russkie rubles and
made his bed with Trump & Company blithely unaware that
somewhere in America, there is a day of reckoning for all
things bad and smelly and evil.
Flynn was able to read Trump and he knew or should
have known that to cast his pearls before swine was only to
invite the pigs to turn on him and trample him. And trample
him they have.
Flynn became a pariah...an outcast to Lord Trump and
Lord Trump did not hold out his fake golden scepter for
Flynn to enter his presence after a faux pas in which or by
which Flynn drove outside of his assigned lanes.
And now...we have Michael Flynn, before a national
spotlight, being humbled and chastised knowing that he could
spend months or years in a federal pen...and for what?
The last swan song for Flynn will be that if he sings
like a canary and delivers up credible information on the
inner workings of Trump & Company about this Russian
election intervention, Flynn might receive some props from
the prosecutor and could receive judicial mercy for his
cooperation.
And don't fail to remember that Trump is sitting on a
hot poker iron if Flynn starts to sing a song of retribution
about what Trump did and how he did it and who else was
involved in the recent election debacle.
When they say “the fur will fly" that is an
understatement of the first degree.
After Flynn finishes fingering the players in the Russian
collusion efforts, you will see Washington in a panic
because they know that the shadow of death will be coming to
the White House to seek out anyone that lied or participated
in this outrageous effort to undermine the US elections.
Trump knows what Flynn knows and Flynn knows what
Trump knows. It will not be a pretty sight to see the
fingered players scream and screech and issue statements of
professed innocence.
But, it will too little too late. The die has been
cast and the piper (justice) wants to be paid and the bill
will be placed at the door step of the White House and Bob
Mueller will be waiting in the car parked at the curb to see
who answers the door.
Is Hillary Clinton sitting smug and happy possibly
knowing that one day she and her shorted supporters will be
able to say in union about Flynn, "Lock Him Up!"?
Yes, that day will come and also will come many other
days in which the other players, both major and minor, will
be called to audition before Bob Mueller to see if their
role playing gets them an orange jumpsuit or just a wrecked
career.
At severe cost to my contacts in Washington and the
Justice Department and the risk of being threatened by Trump
supporters, I was able to get some snippets of the
wire-tapped phone messages between Flynn and Trump that led
to this guilty plea.
These segments happened the day before Flynn knew the game
was up and he was it:
TRUMP: Mike, is that you?
Flynn: Yeah, it me. What do you want now? You already ruined
me! Go away.
TRUMP: Listen, I hear that you are going to plead guilty to
lying to the feds. Is that true?
Flynn: Lying! You do it all the time! Why are you worried
when someone else does it?
TRUMP: Hey, a little less attitude, OK! I am doing what I
can do to get you out of this jam. Whatever you say, do not
mention Jared or Don Jr., They are good kids!
Flynn: Are you nuts! Those two idiots are two of the reasons
I am in this jam.
TRUMP: Now...now...Remember if anything happens to you, I
will get Jeff Sessions to pull some favors for me.
Flynn: Sessions! He couldn't remember his middle name if his
life depended upon it.
TRUMP: Yeah, you are right there! What was I thinking
putting him in as AG!
Flynn: @*&^$&*^$#@/! (unintelligible gibberish).
TRUMP: What are you gonna say to Mueller?
Flynn: Wouldn't you love to know! Let's just say, it will be
jaw dropping and amazing...you know...your favorite word. I
know where all of the bodies are buried and all of the
accounts in the Seychelles. Don't mess with me! I am in no
mood for your lies.
TRUMP: Anything you say, I will just say that it is fake
news! I will get by. My base will not leave me! I am Trump!
Flynn: Hey...gotta go. My lawyers tell me that if I give up
the secret memos and e mails, I can get out in three to six
months. That sounds good to me! Seeya.
TRUMP: Hello....hello...hello...is someone else one on this
line?
Contact Lafe Tolliver at
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