John Kerry's Purple Heart. We're there again, folks. Daisy Domergue's getting desperate.
Team Trump and his brilliant. gifted and astute team of powerhouse attorneys has come to one conclusion...Mueller is tightening the noose, the noose is real, and the only way to cheat the hangman is to slime John Kerry's Purple Heart again.
I watched "The Hateful Eight" for the first time on Netflix yesterday.
Trump is Daisy Domergue, sitting on the floor handcuffed to the corpse of Kurt Russell (which, in this case, would be Don Jr, Manafort, Flynn, and every other useless piece of garbage in Trump's orbit).
And just like Daisy, he's flopping around like a fish washed up on the beach, making threats and trying to still prove he's the master of the Art of the Deal.
Mueller's the kind of guy who dots every "I" and crosses every "T" and then has his work reviewed to make sure nothing was missed.
So, as Mueller does his job, Trump's recourse is to say he lied, broke the law, behaved in an unethical manner, and that he is innocent. And when none of that works, he goes to work on John Kerry's Purple Heart.
Trump owns one, dontcha know? He was given one at a rally and marveled at how he "always wanted one," even though his tragic affliction of bone spurs in his tiny little feet prevented him from what he wanted to do the most, which was to suit up and defend our country.
Disgusting times, witnessing the desperate acts of a desperate man as everything he's tried to hide is exposed to the blinding light of day.
