Say hello to my little friend...CCB passes over the common idiots in favor of the Pelosi vs. Trump spectacle...it's gonna ugly!

Happy Friday everyone! Hope you’re well and all is coming up roses for you!

I had every great intention of changing the subject of today’s post from Fearless Leader kind of stuff to more run of the mill kind of stuff. Let’s see, there is the guy in Florida (always in Florida) who, in a pique of I’ll-show-you-cops, ran his $75,000 Ferrari sports car into a bay after an officer told him he couldn’t park in the spot he was in. Or, there is the meth bust in Ohio, where the cops searching the guy’s house find a dead bald eagle in the freezer.

But, no…none of that for you today. Trump is the gift that just keeps giving (frankly, he likes it that way). And, actually, in the big scheme of things I suppose the two aforementioned stories could serve as weird cinema verité metaphors for Fearless Leader’s special style of leadership and governance. Hmm.

Seriously, remember the closing scene from the Brian De Palma film, Scarface? When the Antonio Sosa’s guys out to get Tony Montana are sneaking up on him in his own mansion and he (Montana) picks up that M16A1 (with grenade launcher), yells, “Say hello to my little friend,” and starts shooting/blasting until he’s taken down from behind by a guy he never sees coming. What a great movie. Now, that, may be THE metaphor for the Trump administration.

First, yesterday, as Dems were loading onto a bus to take them to Andrews AFB to board a plane for a Congressional delegation trip to Brussels and Afghanistan, a special letter arrives from The White House. Contained therein is a message from President Trump informing Speaker Pelosi (who is leading the delegation) that her trip, well the flight anyway, is being postponed due to the shutdown.

Well played Fearless Leader, well played. This coming on the heels of Pelosi’s letter to Fearless Leader the previous day suggesting that he put off the State of the Union until after the shutdown ends because of trumped up (haha) security concerns.

That leads to an afternoon of media tearing into the story like a pack of ravenous, rabid dogs. There were bipartisan outcries (outcries, I’m telling you!) about sophomoric nonsense on both their parts. Even the president’s lapdog (ravenous and rabid) Lindsey Graham got involved.

In the end, no one went anywhere except in front of cameras to complain about the state of things. You want a state of the union? There it is!

Actually, this is not without precedent. Years ago, when I was actually a somebody, I was part of a U.S. delegation that was going to be the first to make an official visit to Vietnam since the end of the war. Our request for a plane landed in the White House and was disapproved because then-president Clinton wanted to lead the first U.S. visit. We appeared to be stealing his thunder and we were summarily cancelled.

There was speculation (by the media, of course) that Fearless Leader, who has yet to put an expensive Italian loafer on Afghan soil, didn’t want Pelosi showing him up. Nah…he just wanted to get his revenge on Pelosi for her (okay, I’ll say it) emasculating letter about the State of the Union.

Think of this as Pelosi’s Sosa vs. Trump’s Montana. It’s gonna get messy.

But wait, there’s more…

So, more and more is starting to leak (dare I use that word, yes, I think so) out about what Mueller may know that none of us mere mortals do.

It turns out that Fearless Leader may have told disgraced, disbarred attorney Michael Cohen (no worries, Mr. Cohen, you can always work for us here at CCB) to lie to Congress about Trump’s personal involvement in the Moscow real estate deal and possibly other Russian nonsense.  

So what, you ask? Who cares, you say? Well, if the story is true and can be proven, then Fearless Leader DID commit perjury and obstruction of justice. Which, of course, translates into high crimes and misdemeanors and ultimately impeachment.

So, stand by, intrepid blog readers, rough seas ahead!

Have a great weekend! Cousin Fred, Friend Lamont, and I are huddled up here at The Compound binge watching everything from “Longmire” to “Bosch” while switching back to CNN occasionally to see what new flaming arrow is fired from the White House to the Capitol and vice versa…rinse, repeat, barf.

That is all!
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