Top Secret

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I believe that in the next few weeks we’re going to find out that some of the documents that were found in Florida were sold.

Not sure how they move the goal posts out far enough to make that fly, but seeing what was there was pretty shocking.

Here are the facts:

1). Those documents did not belong to the former president. He took them anyway.

2). They gave him a number of opportunities to return them. They asked nicely. They asked not so nicely. They sent a subpoena. Then they asked through documentation of everything had been returned.

3). When the DOJ learned that there may have been additional classified information there they executed a search warrant.

4). They claimed that everything was declassified. Doesn’t matter. It wasn’t. Then they claimed that it was a raid. It wasn’t. 

Yesterday they claimed that the documents in the photo were on the floor and it made him look like a slob. 

Then the most screwed up thing I’ve ever heard. The treason weasel claimed that the DOJ was actually looking for Clinton’s emails, or information about Hunter Biden.

5). Anyone else would have been indicted by now. I don’t see any way that he is not eventually indicted.

“He’s too old to go to jail.”

“If he’s arrested there will be riots in the street!”

And the country waits.

I know a whole bunch of guys who truly believed in the big orange traitor.

I asked them about the classified documents in light of how crazed they were over Hilary’s handling of emails.

Talk about a confused group of people.

There is no defense for any of it.

But I believe it will all be crystal clear before September is over and eventually there will be a consensus that letting him in the White House was the biggest mistake Americans ever made.

What happens after that is anyone’s guess because people will never admit that they voted for him.

Then there will be a great debate about whether or not he goes to prison.

He should.

He truly needs to so that we never deal with such a disaster again.

It’s going to be a long walk home back to a country that is ruled by true leaders under rules of conduct.

I know one other thing to be true:

I’m sick of all of it.

Put him away.

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