by Burt Prelutsky

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Frustrated by his inability after more than a year of snooping into the Russian collusion nonsense to find a smoking gun with President Trump’s fingerprints on it, Special Counselor Robert Mueller is now empowering New York prosecutors to go after Trump for colluding with Stormy Daniels.

And, of course, the FBI, which currently sees its primary mission as getting rid of President Trump by any means possible, couldn’t wait to conduct a raid on his lawyer’s office in order to confiscate confidential communications between the President and attorney Michael Cohen.

It makes a person wonder if Mueller and his cohorts would have stooped to bugging the confessional if Trump happened to be a Catholic.

The only possible legal rationale for what appears to be a witch hunt would be if it turned out that Stormy Daniels was a Russian agent, referred to in the spy trade as a honey pot, a latter-day Mata Hari who used her feminine wiles to entrap her prey. Short of that, it’s high time that Robert Mueller shut down his sideshow and got back to doing what he does best, scaring the heck out of the neighborhood kids with his dead-on impression of Ichabod Crane.

It’s not that I object to Donald Trump being investigated if anyone can come up with an actual crime he’s suspected of committing; I mean, aside from having won an election he was expected to lose.

⦿ In the meantime, I’d like to see the talking heads at CNN and MSNBC, along with the editors and reporters at the NY Times, the Washington Post, Time magazine and the New Yorker, placed under a microscope. After all, those entrusted to report the news objectively have a grave responsibility to the nation. It’s the reason the Founders made certain to provide protection for a Free Press in the First Amendment.

That being the case, haven’t we the right to know if these alleged paragons of virtue pay their fair share of taxes, have ever had the police called to their home to investigate reports of domestic violence or been treated for sexually-transmitted diseases?

Back in the 1920s and 30s, Walter Duranty, a British-born, bi-sexual drug addict, who was the New York Times bureau chief in Moscow, was double-dipping; simultaneously collecting a salary from the paper and from Joseph Stalin. In spite of the fact that Duranty regularly referred to Stalin as “the greatest statesman in the world” and lied about Stalin’s failing economy, while neglecting to mention the millions of Ukrainians who, in retaliation for refusing to surrender their farms to the State, were being systematically starved to death, Columbia University gave Duranty a Pulitzer Prize in 1932.

Years later, displaying the sort of journalistic integrity for which they are so well known, the Times refused to give back the Pulitzer even when the sordid facts were finally made public.

Personally, I’d love to know how many of the Never-Trumpers calling themselves journalists even as they openly shill for the Democrats, and the traitorous rats infesting the Department of Justice, the FBI and the State Department, are cashing checks signed by scum-George Soros.

If these propagandists are having their salaries supplemented by scum-George Soros, I believe the public deserves to know about it. And if they’re not being subsidized, I wonder why they haven’t thought to bill the evil Hungarian. I’m sure he’d be happy to oblige them, just as he does the hooligans affiliated with Antifa and the Black Lives Matter movement.

Even referring to these professional liars as journalists or reporters is to bastardize the language. I’m reminded that in the old days, every time a hooker was arrested or murdered here in Los Angeles, the local rags would invariably identify her as a “starlet.”

These days, it takes the form of referring to Stormy Daniels as an “actress,” James Acosta as a “journalist” and Jimmy Kimmel as a “comedian.”

⦿ The rare good news coming out of California is that there are now 13 cities that are at war with Sacramento, including Barstow, Los Alamitos, Escondido, Westminster and Newport Beach, fighting back against Jerry Brown’s sanctuary state law.

The other good news is that a venture capitalist, Tim Draper, has apparently collected enough signatures to guarantee that his proposal to divide California into three states will be on our ballot in November.

Mr. Draper, one of the rare California billionaires who is a conservative, has pointed out that the state, with a population in excess of 40 million and the acreage of a dozen states on the eastern seaboard, is essentially ungovernable. In short, it is too big to succeed.

Of course, the folks currently running the state into the ground would disagree. In spite of a constant exodus of middleclass Californians seeking their own sanctuary from excessive property taxes, the highest gasoline tax in the nation, oppressive business regulations and the nation’s largest number of bums and illegal aliens, the Democrats running the asylum think they’re doing a great job.

The bad news is that the way Mr. Draper has drawn the proposed state lines, two of the three states would be filled with liberals, only one with conservatives, which would result in two additional U.S. senators dancing to Chuck clown-Schumer’s fiddle.

My own status as an Angelino would be unchanged, as I would continue to live under the authority of the liberal loons.

⦿ Speaking of which, one of my subscribers wrote to ask how I maintain my sanity: “With all the thoughts constantly going through your mind, you must almost be in information overload.”

I replied: “Now that you mention it, I do sometimes have a tough time dropping off to sleep because I keep thinking of things I need to jot down in my bedside notebook. On the plus side, by getting to vent on nearly a daily basis, I provide myself with a safety valve that prevents the pressure from building up and eventually causing my head to explode.

“As for the insomnia, I generally deal with it by counting sheep who resemble Chuck clown-Schumer, Nancy Pulosi, commie-Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth dinky-Warren — and the occasional black sheep that looks a lot like mad-Maxine Waters or scum-Elijah Cummings — jumping over a fence at the edge of a cliff.”

If you want to Comment directly to Burt Prelutsky, please mention my name Rudy. burtprelutsky@icloud.com 

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