Hmm. So is the WH gonna start selling bridges this week?
That’s easy...
Issa
“We found zero emails”
How can you, WHEN YOU DELETE THEM ALL, CRASH THE HARD DRIVES, AND THEN RECYCLE THEM!
How do they know?
Weren’t the hard drives “lost”?
Uh, - - - yeah.
This is really a dumb question - - - , so PLEASE do not flame and blame me!
Uh - - -, what is the difference between “zero” and “smidgen?”
Mafia creed: no body, no crime
Let’s hire the Clinton detective squad to find the real story.
Jack Palladino, please pick up the white courtesy telephone...
Right.... /s
Mexico’s whitest, wealthiest families, all of whom claim Spanish extraction, have been trying to get rid of their conquered indigenous tribes for centuries.
They have done a splendid job of loading all their low caste citizens off onto the U.S. taxpayer, so now they are allowing other oligarchs in Central America to do likewise. It wouldn’t surprise anyone who knows the Mexican government to find they are getting paid to facilitate the peons exiting those countries.
Obama gave verbal orders.
Chicago politics...liars all.
This administration lies about everything. ALWAYS.
Let me try to translate this from the original Obamanese: "There were 100 bazillion e-mails between the EOP and Lois Lerner's boss, and 100 bazillion e-mails between the Assistant to the President for Public Engagement and Intergovernmental Affairs in the Obama administration (one Valerie Jarrett) and Lois Lerner." Do you think that might be an accurate translation?
In other words, there were tons of e-mail messages, phone calls, memos, etc.
“We never even knew who Lois Lerner was until we heard about her on TV”
If you took that completely at face value, which of course nobody ever would with this administration, how useless is an administration that would have no email communication between these two parties?
Professional Journalist, Flack and Swiftian Flapper Jay Carney told reporters on Wednesday ...
Fixed
Gulliver's Travels Part 3, Chapter 2;
This flapper is likewise employed diligently to attend his master in his walks, and upon occasion to give him a soft flap on his eyes; because he is always so wrapped up in cogitation, that he is in manifest danger of falling down every precipice, and bouncing his head against every post; and in the streets, of justling others, or being justled himself into the kennel.
1726 Jonathan Swift (1667-1745)