The horror movie is at the beginning of the end

Kids, I’ll confess something here: I have a love/hate relationship with Halloween. And I utterly despise modern horror movies (even the parodies, even the Simpson’s “Tree House of Terror” episodes) so much I refuse to watch them. (My view of them being that REAL LIFE is horrible enough; I don’t seek it in my escapism.)

It’s somehow fitting then that tomorrow is Halloween. (Cue the maniacal, homicidal laughter.) Because Special Counsel Robert Mueller has come to the Trump-blighted White House to perform an exorcism, and to end the nightmare on Pennsylvania Avenue.

Already three important players in the corrupt and corrosive Trump 2016 campaign have been indicted for deadly serious conspiracy charges, including especially everybody’s favorite Russian plant, Trump campaign manager Paul Manafort. And more big names could well be in dire need of lawyering up by Thanksgiving… Including our dear Orange Overlord himself (IF he hasn’t resigned in a huff by then).

And speaking of that huff, it’s recorded on Twitter that our Toddler Tyrant was throwing tweeting tantrums starting on Friday afternoon, when it was first reported that Mueller was preparing some indictments. Such tediously monotonous projections, lies, distortion, and distractions spouting from Donnie Doublescoops. He even tried (again) to tarnish his 2016 rival Hillary Clinton over bogus scandals dreamt up by himself and his “conservative” co-horts. Sorry, Donnie Dollfingers, but YOU’RE president*, not Mrs. Clinton. She’s been redundantly exonerated, and there’s gobs of damning evidence by the ton against you.

That bloody hook is almost dangling on the passenger side car handle. That ominous phone call is about to be made within the house. That fatal film clip of the Mango Mussolini meeting people he can’t recall is nearly played. Clutch your couch cushions and cover your livid faces… The Trump horror movie is about to come to a crashing end.

Boo.

John Pierce
Starving cartoonist sans portfolio. Native Angeleno but I'll be mellow when I dead (thanks, Al Yankovic). I live to bully bullies!