They knew. They all knew. Trump’s staff. Trump’s son. Trump’s Toadies, including the Croaking Corps at Fox News.
They all knew. Oh, they cared. But they cared only about preserving and advancing their lies, which they knew were lies. They cared nothing about our country, our system, our democracy, the Rule of Law or the Constitution they so frequently and dishonestly mis-invoke.
They cared only about preserving their intoxicating power, and protecting the Leader of the Cult who empowered them.,
How do we know this?
Because they said it. It’s all there. In writing. No hearsay. Documented.
And this was all part of a pre-meditated, orchestrated, cynical, illegal plot to overturn the legitimate results of a free American election and overthrow the government of the United States.
How do we know?
Because it’s all laid out in a 38-page power point presentation. The Gang That Can’t Even Cheat Straight.
Donald Trump Jr. knew. “He’s got to condemn this shit ASAP. The Capitol police tweet is not enough.” And, “We need an Oval Office address. He has got to lead now. It has gone too far.”
Understand, Junior couldn’t even summon the balls to communicate directly with his father. He had to text Mush-Mouth Meadows.
The Phox Phonies knew.
Sean Hannity knew. “Can he make a statement? Ask people to leave the Capitol?”
Brian Kilmeade knew. Text to Meadows: “Please, get him on tv. Destroying everything you have accomplished.”
And, maybe most deplorably, Laura Ingraham knew. “Mark, the president needs to tell people in the Capitol to go home. This is hurting all of us. He is destroying his legacy.”
Translation. He is threatening MY (Ingraham’s) career and power-trip.
And less than 24-hours later Lyin’ Laura was on the air telling the Cult that there was no riot, that it was no big deal and rolling her lyin’ eyes while smirking, “It was certainly not an insurrection,” a lie she has repeated every day since January 7.
She knew. And then she started saying that Antifa ate our homework.
Cultists (and you are the actual dictionary definition of cultists), your masters fed it to you. And that’s on them.
But you ate it. In fact, you lapped it up. And that’s on you.
Busted. If you had any decency, you’d put your mangy tails between your legs, dig a deep hole, crawl in it and stay there.
But if you had any decency, we wouldn’t be in this spot to begin with.
