The dumb ass and his crew struck out 2 years ago.
Now we wait for the next "collusion" or "infusion" BS from the Master Instigator
LWW
Loc: Banana Republic of America
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Clinton crew that day;
the score stood 306-232, with no more votes inplay.
And then when Barry died at first, and Billy did the same,
a sickly silence fell upon the snowflakes of the game.
A straggling few got up to moan in deep despair. The rest
clung to that hope which springs eternal in the lying liars mess;
they thought, if only Mueller could get but a whack at that –
they'd put up even money, now, with Muellerat the bat.
But Steele preceded Mueller, as did Maddow’s hate,
and the former was a liar and the latter was a fake,
so upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
for there seemed but little chance of Mueller getting to the bat.
But Steele let fly some garbage to the wonderment of all,
and Maddow, the much despised, tore the padding off the wall;
and when the dust had lifted, and the snowflakes saw what had occurred,
there was Steele fled to England and Maddow a-spewing turds.
Then from all the dumb masses there rose a lusty yell;
it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
it knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
for Mueller , mighty Mueller , was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Mueller’s manner as he stepped into his place;
there was pride in Mueller’s bearing and a smile on Mueller’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
no stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Mueller at the bat.
Six hundred million eyes were on him as he flung about some dirt;
One hundred million tongues applauded when he wiped his arse with truth.
Then while the writhing constitution ground the law into its hip,
defiance gleamed in Mueller’s eye, a sneer curled Mueller’s lip.
And now the legal-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
and Mueller stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the law unheeded sped—
"That ain't my style," said Mueller. "Strike one," the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the law!" shouted dirt pusher on the stand;
and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Mueller raised his hand.
With a lack of Christian charity great Mueller’s visage shone;
he stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
he signaled to the snowflakes and once more the law flew;
but Mueller still ignored it, and the umpire said: "Strike two."
"Fraud!" cried the maddened moonbats, and Echo answered fraud;
but one scornful look from Mueller and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
and they knew that Mueller wouldn't let the law go by again.
The sneer is gone from Mueller’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
he pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
and now the air is shattered by the force of Mueller’s blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
but there is no joy in MOONBATVILLE — mighty Mueller has struck out!
What about the 37 indictments, or haven’t you heard.
Allie wrote:
What about the 37 indictments, or haven’t you heard.
None in the campaign with collusion with Russia hoax.
Can’t you read?
I don't understand how you came to your conclusion.
The main thing said is
"Punishing wrongdoers through judicial proceedings is only one part of the Department's mission," Rosenstein wrote.
"We also have a duty to prevent the disclosure of information that would unfairly tarnish people who are not charged with crimes."
Nothing, IMHO, controversial about that.
LWW wrote:
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Clinton crew that day;
the score stood 306-232, with no more votes inplay.
And then when Barry died at first, and Billy did the same,
a sickly silence fell upon the snowflakes of the game.
A straggling few got up to moan in deep despair. The rest
clung to that hope which springs eternal in the lying liars mess;
they thought, if only Mueller could get but a whack at that –
they'd put up even money, now, with Muellerat the bat.
But Steele preceded Mueller, as did Maddow’s hate,
and the former was a liar and the latter was a fake,
so upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
for there seemed but little chance of Mueller getting to the bat.
But Steele let fly some garbage to the wonderment of all,
and Maddow, the much despised, tore the padding off the wall;
and when the dust had lifted, and the snowflakes saw what had occurred,
there was Steele fled to England and Maddow a-spewing turds.
Then from all the dumb masses there rose a lusty yell;
it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
it knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
for Mueller , mighty Mueller , was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Mueller’s manner as he stepped into his place;
there was pride in Mueller’s bearing and a smile on Mueller’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
no stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Mueller at the bat.
Six hundred million eyes were on him as he flung about some dirt;
One hundred million tongues applauded when he wiped his arse with truth.
Then while the writhing constitution ground the law into its hip,
defiance gleamed in Mueller’s eye, a sneer curled Mueller’s lip.
And now the legal-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
and Mueller stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the law unheeded sped—
"That ain't my style," said Mueller. "Strike one," the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the law!" shouted dirt pusher on the stand;
and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Mueller raised his hand.
With a lack of Christian charity great Mueller’s visage shone;
he stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
he signaled to the snowflakes and once more the law flew;
but Mueller still ignored it, and the umpire said: "Strike two."
"Fraud!" cried the maddened moonbats, and Echo answered fraud;
but one scornful look from Mueller and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
and they knew that Mueller wouldn't let the law go by again.
The sneer is gone from Mueller’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
he pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
and now the air is shattered by the force of Mueller’s blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
but there is no joy in MOONBATVILLE — mighty Mueller has struck out!
b i The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Clinton... (
show quote)
This would be a great musical.
LWW wrote:
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Clinton crew that day;
the score stood 306-232, with no more votes inplay.
And then when Barry died at first, and Billy did the same,
a sickly silence fell upon the snowflakes of the game.
A straggling few got up to moan in deep despair. The rest
clung to that hope which springs eternal in the lying liars mess;
they thought, if only Mueller could get but a whack at that –
they'd put up even money, now, with Muellerat the bat.
But Steele preceded Mueller, as did Maddow’s hate,
and the former was a liar and the latter was a fake,
so upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
for there seemed but little chance of Mueller getting to the bat.
But Steele let fly some garbage to the wonderment of all,
and Maddow, the much despised, tore the padding off the wall;
and when the dust had lifted, and the snowflakes saw what had occurred,
there was Steele fled to England and Maddow a-spewing turds.
Then from all the dumb masses there rose a lusty yell;
it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
it knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
for Mueller , mighty Mueller , was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Mueller’s manner as he stepped into his place;
there was pride in Mueller’s bearing and a smile on Mueller’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
no stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Mueller at the bat.
Six hundred million eyes were on him as he flung about some dirt;
One hundred million tongues applauded when he wiped his arse with truth.
Then while the writhing constitution ground the law into its hip,
defiance gleamed in Mueller’s eye, a sneer curled Mueller’s lip.
And now the legal-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
and Mueller stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the law unheeded sped—
"That ain't my style," said Mueller. "Strike one," the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the law!" shouted dirt pusher on the stand;
and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Mueller raised his hand.
With a lack of Christian charity great Mueller’s visage shone;
he stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
he signaled to the snowflakes and once more the law flew;
but Mueller still ignored it, and the umpire said: "Strike two."
"Fraud!" cried the maddened moonbats, and Echo answered fraud;
but one scornful look from Mueller and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
and they knew that Mueller wouldn't let the law go by again.
The sneer is gone from Mueller’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
he pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
and now the air is shattered by the force of Mueller’s blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
but there is no joy in MOONBATVILLE — mighty Mueller has struck out!
b i The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Clinton... (
show quote)
Seems to follow the "American Pie" tune
Angmo wrote:
None in the campaign with collusion with Russia hoax.
Can’t you read?
The 37 indictments are "valid" because they're not about collusion during the campaign?
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