. . . than it must be true. Nothing less than Trump and his fellow traitors in leg irons will satisfy me.
Oh - and there's this little tidbit. One can easily forget the appalling irony that the entire seditionary conspiracy was predicated on the lie that Democrats were doing what some Republicans actually WERE doing!
How about a touch more irony? What is that super-clever chant those in the Trump cult say at his rallies? About Hillary Clinton? "Lock her up"? (Oh, those emails!)
LOCK HIM UP. NOW.
FROM THE UNWASHED MASSES They don't get much different than my cousin Charles Clough and my friend Hunter Deuce. One is a famed artist, and the other . . . is not. But both were very gracious in their praise of my Friday blog on the asshole Jack Welch. Thanks, guys.
And Hunter has some extra time on his hands, what with escaping to Hawaii Island for a well-deserved (?) vacation. He shared this, but it doesn't look very good.
Thank you to any one that is reading this newsletter.
KLUF I want to somehow pay tribute to the bravery and leadership of Representative Liz Cheney, of Wyoming, but I'm not quite sure how best to do that here on KLUF. I guess since I'm speechless about the depths other Republicans are going to hurt us as a country, I will do a repeat play of my favorite instrumental rock album. It's from an unexpected source: Beastie Boys. The album is called "The Mix-Up" and it is nothing if not Diamond Certified.
