“Nicolás Maduro is implicated in the death of Kobe Bryant up to his eyeballs, because he [Bryant] was planning to recognize Juan Guaidó [as president of Venezuela] and to give him a reception in his home. It had to be said, and I said it.”
“I deleted it because the tweet didn’t accomplish its purpose and was misunderstood. I apologize to my followers.”
Meanwhile, the actual cause of death is the privileged stupidity of attempting to travel by helicopter when all other aircraft, including those of the local police, were grounded by heavy fog and poor visibility.
Meanwhile, Juan Fucking Guaidó is STILL not, in fact, president of anything.
Have you guessed it already? If not, let David Doel fill you in:
Lev Parnas’s legal team really deserves a big chef’s kiss for that recording, BTW. Maybe Bernie will give it to them after he wins the primaries. Because this puts the final nails in the “electability” coffins of all the media darlings, including ol’ Uncle Shoe-in-Mouth, Joe Biden.
Donnie also fears socialism, as well he should. Socialism would be THE DEATH OF HIM. Politically and economically, at any rate. Physically? We can only hope.
Open mouth wide, insert Ferragamo — Her Royal Clintoness has (mis)spoken. David Doel breaks it all down:
Yeah, that happened. Hillary forgot who busted his ass to help her win the popular vote by a full 3 million votes (only to lose the Electoral College), and lied brazenly about Bernie, who’s been on the right side of history ever since his ass got busted while protesting for civil rights. The chutzpah is unbelievable.
The 2016 election was a shitshow in more ways than one. And it was a battle of the gargantuan egos, too.
And now I’m not at all sure that the more obscenely bloated one took the prize.
“We may be indifferent to the death penalty, and not declare ourselves either way, so long as we have not seen a guillotine with our own eyes. But when we do, the shock is violent, and we are compelled to choose sides, for or against. Some, like Le Maistre, admire it; others, like Beccaria, execrate it. The guillotine is the law made concrete; it is called the Avenger. It is not neutral and does not permit you to remain neutral. Whoever sees it quakes, mysteriously shaken to the core. All social problems set up their question mark around that blade. The scaffold is vision. The scaffold is not a mere frame, the scaffold is not an inert mechanism made of wood, iron, and ropes. It seems like a creature with some dark origin we cannot fathom, it is as though the framework sees and hears, the mechanism understands, as though the wood and iron and ropes have their own will. In the hideous nightmare it projects across the soul, the awful apparition of the scaffold fuses with its terrible work. The scaffold becomes the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, eats flesh, and drinks blood. The scaffold is a sort of monster created by judge and carpenter, a spectre that seems to live with an unspeakable vitality, drawn from all the death it has wrought.”
–Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
…over and over…
…and over again:
You know it’s a sad day for the far right when even the boots have no use for this silly bootlicker.
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And here is the formal handover of the articles of impeachment (only two, alas, out of so many more there could have been, but they’ll have to do):
The real action starts 18 minutes in, if you’re wondering (and don’t have much time to sit through the preamble).
More to come tomorrow. Stay tuned.