Word to modern muckraker Michael Wolff, daring to be that proverbial “fly on the wall” for the repulsive Trump regime, getting the dirt on our Orange Overlord and his corrupt, backstabbing, hypocritical, sycophantic cronies. If even half of the juicy parts of Wolff’s expose, “Fire and Fury…” rings true, it confirms our worst fears about the current cartel who overtook the White House on the most devious of terms.
And apparently most of it is indeed ringing true, because our Dear Tweeter is having himself such a 15-kitten multi-color tantrum about the book. It’s almost making wretched, pus-faced Nazi drunkard Steve Bannon look like a hero… And when our Tangerine Toddler Tyrant is creating nasty new nicknames for his old pal Bannon (“Sloppy Steve Bannon”) you know Wolff’s reportage is hitting a few nerves.
You know, iffin’ we hadn’t had that election stolen from us by Vlad Putin and company, we’d been blessed with a competent, capable Hillary Clinton as our chief executive. And even with the incessant Clinton Derangement Syndrome that has dogged the family for decades, we wouldn’t be up to our ears in never ending scandal and mindless upheaval.
I predict regardless of what happens to Donnie Dollfingers and his illicit junta, these tell-all books are just beginning. Nondisclosure agreements don’t apply to the White House, Deplorable Donnie. You’re in for a world of hurt as you’ve never before imagined, whether you’re president* or not.