Washington isn’t a Swamp.
It’s a venereal disease.
It’s a venereal disease.
Patriot Retort
I never thought we’d look back at Creepy Porn Lawyer Michael Avenatti and think, “How charming.” Little did I know there was a Creepy Child Porn Lawyer waiting in the wings to supplant him.
I mentioned the other day that the coup-plotter’s attorney is a CIA-linked lawyer with a security clearance and a penchant for tweeting about the #Resistance and a coming coup. And despite my belief he would begin purging his questionable Twitter history, he has yet to do so. As a result, folks on Twitter are finding some real beauts.
Like this one:
What a thing to brag about.
I don’t know about you, but I sure trust our intelligence community knowing that the Creepy Child Porn Lawyer is fighting to give clearances to folks like that.
From bong-smoking, naked-hair-brushing Congresswomen to the powerful and well-connected DC people linked to pedophile Jeffrey Epstein to a creepy child porn lawyer fighting to get creeps clearances to work in government — Washington DC is looking less like the capital of a Constitutional Republic and more like the last days of Versailles.
I’ll never again shake the hand of anyone from Washington DC unless I’m wearing a full HazMat suit.
If I am able to attend President Trump’s inauguration in 2021, I better make sure I’m current on all my shots before I go.
From now on when folks go to the doctor, they should ask “Have you traveled out of the country or to Washington DC in the last six months?”
Now, for all you who might be thinking, “Hey, even people whose crime is child porn have a right to an attorney,” yeah, I realize that.
But I don’t want child porn creeps getting clearances — let alone working in the intelligence community. Do you?
I don’t know what disgusts me more. That this creepy child porn lawyer fought to get clearances for “guys who had child porn issues.” Or that the US Intelligence Community would permit “guys who had child porn issues” to work for them to begin with.
Washington isn’t a Swamp.
It’s a venereal disease.
Now, if you’ll excuse me. I must shower.
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