Bolton

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What people do fascinates me sometimes.

Like, what makes a guy like Jim Jordan sit right next to Jerry Nadler, who everyone knows has a wife with cancer, without a mask?

Now, Democrat Versus Republican (which is a lot like Alien Versus Predator) aside...

...how can you, as a man, do something so devoid of compassion?

I don’t get it.

I don’t get John Bolton either.

He spent 17 months beside Trump. Like Mattis and Kelly and anyone with more thought than a 3rd grader, he knows Trump isn’t fit for the job.

He was also in the room where it happened when Trump sold his country down the road for dirt on Biden.

Everyone knew he knew!

And he refused to testify when it mattered and Trump could’ve been taken out with the trash.

He held out until he could put it in a book.

Now he’s out pedaling the book and stands to make millions off a story that means little now.

No one on Trump’s side cares. Trump has spent the last few months trashing him as a whacko.

Anyone who will vote for Trump in November now hates Bolton, Kelly and Mattis and Cohen and Manafort and Roger Stone.

All guys who were hired by Trump, then fired or sent directly to jail without passing go.

“Trump is draining the swamp!” His fans yell.

Yeah.

Of guys he hired!

But back to Bolton.

I tried to listen to his reasoning. He’s hated by the left and right and everyone in between.

He’s appearing on the shows now claiming that he doesn’t care about the money for the book...

...and that he’s doing it for the good of the country.

When he said that I turned the television off, before I pulled an Elvis on it.

What a coward.

What a weasel.

“I can’t vote for Trump again,” Bolton said. “If he gets four more years it’ll be the end of America as we know it.”

Duh.

That’s what we tried to tell you in January when your testimony could’ve rid of the world of his stench and perhaps the Covid response wouldn’t have been so putrid.

Anywhoha...

...hope you don’t sell three copies of that crap

Whacko.

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