So we're left with two unindicted criminals from which to choose...ain't America great?!

Happy Friday morning everybody! Welcome to the Friday edition of CCB coming to you from THE COMPOUND!

I got back here late yesterday. I tell you, I have never been as happy as I was to see the blinking yard light (NWEC, help!) and a yard filled with jackrabbits last night (Remington, help!).

The trip back went okay really. I only stopped briefly to get a few hours’ sleep at a rest stop in New Mexico. I felt bad about leaving Cousin Fred behind, but knew he was in the clutches of Gigi, so it could be worse, I reckon.

I tried calling Cousin Fred a few times from the road, but never got him. Guess he’s really peeved at me for leaving him in L.A.

I will say that L.A. is kind of like New York City, a great place to visit, but who the hell wants to live there? Too many people, too much traffic…in fact, the only thing that Southern California really has going for it is Imperial Valley carne asada. You can’t get the real stuff outside of SoCal…which, I suppose is what keeps people going back there.

So anyway, it’s about 11PM last night. I swing the car off the county road and onto the palatial grounds here at The Compound. I’m making a mental estimate as the number of furry rodent pests gathered on and consuming my palatial lawn when I look over at Hellkat One’s trailer and lo and behold – it’s Gigi’s car parked there (how’s that for a run-on sentence?)!

The fiends made it back ahead of me! Gadzooks…how is that possible? Surely, I had jump on them getting the hell out of Beverly Hills!

I suppose this means that The Trump will make another aerial assault on The Compound to secure his hairdresser. Great…well, maybe the rotor wash will wipe out the jackrabbits. Furry bastards!

But, then it occurred to me…how can The Trump perform his version of an air rendition if she has her car here?

I know, I know lots of unanswered questions that will hopefully be answered later this morning when the trailer stops rocking.

Even though I got in kind of late last night, I’m up really early this morning. Need to get to work on the piece for Southern Living magazine. All the way home, I kept getting texts and calls (that I wouldn’t answer) from the virginal Brooklynn Hodesack.

Be it texts or voicemail, it was always the same message, “Are you writing? You better be writing, mister! Write, write, write!”

I began to get the message. They want copy and soon!

Well, far from it for me to deny Ms. Hodensack anything. Actually, my biggest fear is that she’ll show up here at The Compound demanding her article. Best I get it sent off as quickly as possible.

Things appear to be simmering down a bit following the California primary on Tuesday.

The Curmudgeon met with Obama yesterday at the White House, after which Obama endorsed the Queen of the Unindicted. Smart move, Mr. President (not). Guess that means he’s told the FBI to back off. Bet he pardons her for any crimes she may or may not have committed while Secretary of State.

The Curmudgeon says he’s still in it until after the final primary, which I think is DC on Tuesday. Whatever. It’s over. You gave it your best shot, go back to Vermont and get some sleep.

The possibility that Obama will pardon the Queen of the Unindicted really pisses me off. And, here’s why.

Everyone…I don’t care who you are…from the most junior person in the U.S. military to the U.S. Secretary of State sitting in a palatial government building in DC. If the U.S. Government grants you access to classified material, you have to sign a standard non-disclosure agreement.

While it may not be a perfect agreement, it’s written in such a way as to cover Blackberry shenanigans and private email server faux pas, things no one foresaw when they wrote the damned thing.

And, now Her Majesty is saying that she doesn’t recall signing a non-disclosure agreement or maybe it was she doesn’t remember its terms and conditions.

Allow, me…it’s very clear…you’re being granted access to classified material, the release of which could cause irreparable harm to the United States. If you disclose or otherwise mishandle the stuff, you’re going to jail for a very long time. It’s why that moron Snowden is still hiding in a Moscow airport bathroom.

America’s on a slippery slope here. On the one side we have an unindicted criminal and on the other…well, from the sounds of things, an unindicted criminal, but with a bad wig.

Starting to sound a lot like Oklahoma politics, huh?

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