The Felon-in-Chief has basically jumped the shark. As we speak, he's blethering on about the US running Venezuela, and how (surprise) it'll be paid for with Venezuelan oil. Straight out of his controller's playbook*.

I foresee a phone call to (the rubble of) the White House, in which someone will say to him those three little words which mean so much:

Krasnov .... you're fired.

.... The one I feel sorriest for right now is Zelenskyy. Agent Orange may have wanted to distract from the legacy of Epstein, but his controller doubtless has his eyes on Kyiv, and wants to forcibly change its spelling back.

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I'm staying out of it, and staying as far as possible from the TV news. I resent having to give the worthless little oik any headspace whatsoever, and will be much happier once he's parked back on the thunderbox^† where his emenations belong.

* I don't have a copy of Mein Kampf to czeck whether it's there too.

† Irony is not dead. An alternative name for this (in)sanitary item is "throne".