Monday, July 10, 2023

Cocaine Is A Helluva Drug

Coked to the gills, in a cocaine haze, the POTUS evaded his Secret Service detachment, wandered down to the West Wing public entrance, stashed a dime bag in the space intended for visitors to leave items like cell phones, then left the building 2 days before the drug was found, even though those who know the West Wing say it had to have been left the day it was found. (As we shall see, he actually used the Presidential Time Machine to achieve this temporal paradox.)

And then he wandered shirtless onto a beach where, the cocaine high wearing off, he collapsed in the noon-day sun.
But not before, still in a cocaine haze, he went back in time and, disguised as a federal judge in Florida (again, evading his Secret Service agents), he ordered the search warrant be served on MAL. And then he collapsed on the beach. This weekend. Because secret time machine, in the residence. The one they installed after Trump left. The one Congress wants to investigate: I can't wait 'til they prove it was some visitor let in by a staff member, and Comey finds a whistle-blower who swears he saw Hunter snorting the contents of the bag out of a port on his laptop.  And then he put the coke back in the bag and stashed it where it was most likely to be found.

Meanwhile, in Nevada, Trump advances his voter outreach:
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