Wednesday, November 09, 2016

I sit, in the reflected light of a sound off TV, contemplating the election numbers as Fox News pushes them out.

I’m some what in shock. A great deal in wonder. And I hope, minute ater minute, that the remaining States will vote Trump.

Fantasy thoughts drift through my head. That BB in an empty space, you know.

I wonder, given Trumps statement, if he is true to his word and will put a special prosecutor on the Frump.

I wonder if the Frump will flee the country, either before a concession speech or directly thereafter. Though I also wonder where the hell she could run to.

I wonder, given the none ability of getting lawful action through the Justice Department, if the FBI Director took his reputation in hand, the power of his office be-damned, and entered politics knowing that to take action against her he had to break the swamp lock he ha faced from the administration.

I wondered if he was willing to throw it all away; reputation, position and credibility on a gamble.

And I wonder how deep into the Clinton the Trump will allow the FBI to dig. All the way to Chelse? Stop at an Ex-President. Stop with the ddistruction of the Foundation without anyone but the Frump, or even enter the area.

I wonder how many of those political hack lawyers in the JAG’s office will hand in their resignations. Or how many of the Czar’s that wrote those regulations changing the  intent of the laws their departments were built to administer will resign peacefully and how many will try to keep their positions within the government payroll.

I mean, it’s hard time out here – unless of course, they can go from security to insecurity in a regulation ridden company they wrote the regulations to control.

Yep, still waiting for the vote’s to come across the telly.

But it is rather fun to speculate, isn’t it.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

P.S.  The old fashioned way for Clinton in that position would be hari=kari. Death before dishonor. But she’s already dishonored herself.

What are the odds.

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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