Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Glory – dra-mama and his DOJ cannot get on the same page.

First a terrorist shoots up the joint, the FBI thins so even; then the bimbo in the white house says not so fast; then the DOJ tells some thing, and then changes its mind; and the white house spokesman reckoned that the DOJ didn’t change its mind correctly.

The Frump is gonna be a dra-mama (although I’m not sure, if she is elected, the sex in the office would change) look-a-like.

I’ve talked to some neighbors. None are sure Trump is the man for the job, but for sure the Frump is not the person for the job.

So, I asked them who then. And they get a far away look in their eyes and say:”I don’t know, Ten.  I really don’t know.”

Almost to the person, because I’ve asked of men and women.

Trump has got to get off the “I’m the Greatest.” schtick. At least a little bit. Bite the opposition. I note, watching his speech this morning, that he has given up on the DOJ doing anything with the Clinton Server.

I also note that Bernie Baby hasn’t. Or maybe he has and the dra-mama is holding Bernie in reserve just in case the Frump steps on her hand going up the stairs. Maybe. Bernie would be a controllable entity for the Democratic Party in Congress.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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