That grand jury will break the huddle today in D.C. “Stop Trump on three. Ready? Break!”
This imminent indictment will detail by far the most serious charges ever leveled against an American president. This one ain’t the undercard. This is the Main Event.
Defrauding the United States. Witness tampering. Stripping American citizens of their sacred voting rights. Things don’t get any more serious than this.
Trump is banking that this third indictment will once again galvanize his Cult, boost his donations and release his attack dogs. He will probably be right again. This time. But mark my words. With every indictment (and there will be more to come), Trump’s “tower” moves closer to collapse. He will cross a “critical mass” of shit that he simply won’t be able to overcome and even the GOP won’t be able to stomach.
Trump’s graph is about to “nose over.”
Somebody won the billion-dollar Powerball jackpot last night. It wasn’t you. It wasn’t me, either. What, are we now just gonna be bitter all damn day?
It was 54 years ago today that Ol’ Neil put ‘er down in the Sea of Tranquility. I’m on my knees grateful that I was alive to see it.