Dirty cop comey is a fag who was sizing up President Trump, hoping he'd get the rear ending that homobama gave him, with tears in his eyes.
(did I type that out loud?)
Mike Wallace, of all people summed it up in one word;
“I was surprised at how ‘Bitchy’ the James Comey book turned out to be!”
Best headline of the day!
(Sorry POTUS, it beats your “Slippery James Comey” tweet.)
I honestly never thought that these words would come out of my keyboard, but, "I don't know whether the 44th President of the United States was having sexual relations with a goat inside the White House. From what we already know about Obama it's certainly possible and likely even probable, but I don't know."
Not a memo is sight while dealing with Hillary and Obama. But he gets to Trump....and all of a sudden he's doing memos.
But to backtrack, he said that he's always done the memo thing.
Based upon the excerpts and commentary about this “book”, I have come to conclude that one of the following two things is the real truth with regard to the release of this book:
1) Comey’s obsession with PDJT’s “manly” attributes is bizarre at best, obscenely odd at worst; Comey’s admission that he was “bullied” in high school (thrown against lockers, given wedgies [?]......really, a male student well above 6’ in height was pushed around......puhleeze) shows he truly is a complete pussy
2) This book was written by someone else (paging the author[s] of the Steele “dossier”) as further support of the desperate narrative the Clintons are trying to keep alive in the media to help stave off the coming shitstorm
I believe that Number 2 is the real truth. No man would, on his own, write words that define him as a complete and utter metrosexual, incompetent beta male.
He understates!
Somebody be sure to wake me up when this thing goes on Hannity or Laura Ingraham. Until then, every other appearance on the schedule is just another day of TDS redux.
Good. Let him do it. He’s hated by half the country and he’s doing a great job destroying the reputation of a disgusting criminal Federal agency.
He is the poster boy for Deepstate power and corruption.
And he probably excerpts his blog too.. just like you.
Dude is weird...
I shared a table in a packed hospital cafeteria with an interesting old, old guy who volunteered there. Turns out he was a Dr. who had spent his entire life doctoring in a tiny community near Fresno. He confided in me an interesting theory about tall people (Comey is 6’8”). He said in his youth, everyone was 5 foot something and it was only when bread, juice, milk, etc. got “fortified” in the 1940’s he claimed, that so many men (and even women) began sprouting into 6’ and over. He was of the opinion that the body developing rapidly like that took away from brain function and intelligence suffered. Half baked, or was he onto something? He was an interesting person and seemed in full control of his faculties. (Hey, I’m happy as I’m only 5’ 2”).
What happened?
A globalist, one-size-fits-all Democrat/Republican coalition gradually imposed itself--a coalition which would erase and obliterate the underlying principles and ideas which made America a place of individual freedom and opportunity and, over time, the Framers' ideas were replaced by another idea, which embraced socialistic economic mediocrity by calling it "equality," and groupthink by calling it "diversity."
That Progressive ideology was, itself, the "god" to be worshipped--a demanding and all-encompassing god which, while claiming "diversity," meant that interpretation of "diversity" to exclude any public square acknowledgement of religious foundations or traditional morality standards embraced and incorporated into the American documents of liberty.
Dr. Russell Kirk's writings on "The Conservative Mind," are familiar to most who call themselves "conservative." The following, however, comes from another of his writings, and it seems to be worth reviewing here:
"Before I began to think much on the spiritual diseases of our century, I revolted against the disgusting smugness of modern America—particularly the complacency of professors and clergymen, the flabby clerisy of a sensate time. Once I found myself in a circle of scholars who were discussing solemnly the conditions necessary for arriving at scientific truth. Chiefly from a perverse impulse to shock the Academy of Lagado, perhaps, I muttered, “We have to begin with the dogma that the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom.” I succeeded in scandalizing. Some gentlemen and scholars took this for indecent levity; others, unable to convince themselves that anyone could mean this literally, groped for the presumptive allegorical or symbolical meaning behind my words. But two or three churchgoers in the gathering were not displeased. These were given to passing the collection plate and to looking upon the church as a means to social reform; incense, vestments, and the liturgy have their aesthetic charms, even among doctors of philosophy. Faintly pleased, yes, these latter professors, to hear the echo of fife and drum ecclesiastic; but also embarrassed at such radicalism. “Oh no, “ they murmured, “not the fear of God. You mean the love of God, don’t you?” For them the word of Scriptures was no warrant, their Anglo-Catholicism notwithstanding. With Henry Ward Beecher, they were eager to declare that God is Love—though hardly a love which passes all understanding. Theirs was a thoroughly permissive God the Father, properly instructed by Freud. Looking upon their mild and diffident faces, I wondered how much trust I might put in such love as they knew. Their meekness was not that of Moses. Meek before Jehovah, Moses had no fear of Pharaoh; but these doctors of the schools, much at ease in Zion, were timid in the presence of a traffic policeman. Although convinced that God is too indulgent to punish much of anything, they were given to trembling before Caesar. Christian love is the willingness to sacrifice oneself; yet I would not have counted upon these gentlemen to adventure anything of consequence for my sake, nor even for those with greater claims upon them. I doubted whether the Lord would adventure much on their behalf. . . . The great grim Love which makes Hell a part of the nature of things, my colleagues could not apprehend. And, lacking knowledge of that Love, at once compassionate and retributive, their sort may bring us presently to a terrestrial hell, which is the absence of God from the affairs of men. . . . Every age portrays God in the image of its poetry and politics. In one century, God is an absolute monarch, exacting his due; in another century still an absolute sovereign, but a benevolent despot; again, perhaps a grand gentleman among aristocrats; at a different time, a democratic president, with an eye to the ballot box. It has been said that to many of our generation, God is a Republican and works in a bank; but this image is giving way, I think, to God as Chum—at worst, God as a playground supervisor. So much for the images. But in reality God does not alter. . . . What raises up heroes and martyrs is the fear of God. Beside the terror of God’s judgment, the atrocities of the totalist tyrant are pinpricks. A God-intoxicated man, knowing that divine love and divine wrath are but different aspects of a unity, is sustained against the worst this world can do to him; while the goodnatured unambitious man, lacking religion, fearing no ultimate judgment, denying that he is made for eternity, has in him no iron to maintain order and justice and freedom. Mere enlightened self-interest will submit to any strong evil. In one aspect or another, fear insists upon forcing itself into our lives. If the fear of God is obscured, then obsessive fear of suffering, poverty, and sickness will come to the front; or if a well-cushioned state keeps most of these worries at bay, then the tormenting neuroses of modern man, under the labels of “insecurity” and “anxiety” and “constitutional inferiority,” will be the dominant mode of fear. And these latter forms of fear are the more dismaying, for there are disciplines by which one may diminish one’s fear of God. But to remedy the causes of fear from the troubles of our time is beyond the power of the ordinary individual; and to put the neuroses to sleep, supposing any belief in a transcendent order to be absent, there is only the chilly comfort of the analyst’s couch or the tranquilizing drug. By fashionable philodoxies (opinions) of our modern era, by our dominant system of education, by the tone of the serious and the popular press, by the assumptions of the politicians, by most of the sermons to the churchgoers, post-Christian man has been persuaded to do what man always has longed to do—that is, to forget the fear of the Lord. And with that fear have also departed his wisdom and his courage. Only a ferocious drunken farmer is unenlightened enough to affirm a primary tenet of religion in great red letters, and he does not know its meaning. Freedom from fear, if I read St. John aright, is one of the planks in the platform of the Antichrist. But that freedom is delusory and evanescent, and is purchased only at the cost of spiritual and political enslavement. In ends at Armageddon. So in our time, as Yeats saw, Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Lacking conviction that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, the captains and the kings yield to the fierce ideologues, the merciless adventurers, the charlatans and the metaphysically mad. And then, truly, when the stern and righteous God of fear and love has been denied, the Savage God lays down his new commandments. Sincere God-fearing men, I believe, are now a scattered remnant. Yet as it was with Isaiah, so it may yet be with us, that disaster brings consciousness of that stubborn remnant and brings, too, a renewed knowledge of the source of wisdom. Truth and hardihood may find a lodging in some modern hearts when the new schoolmen and the parsons, or some of them, are brought to confess that it is a terrible thing to be delivered into the hands of the living God. . . ." - "The Rarity of the God-Fearing Man" - Russell Kirk.
https://www.esquire.com/news-politics/news/a55156/james-comey-hid-behind-curtain-from-trump/
Here’s the problem with what he’s saying. The early part of “the investigation” was not to be called an investigation....and the only reason would be to refrain from saying she was actually “under investigation”.
“Chris Wallace has called the book ‘bitchy.’”
So did Rep. Peter King. “Bitchy” is the perfect description, I think. Not that I’ll ever read it.
The veniality and "bitchiness" revealed in Comey's self-aggrandizing memoir should not distract us from the fact that he committed serious crimes against the people of the United States, which need to lead to his prosecution and imprisonment for the rest of his life.
It’s “possible” that James Comey fornicates with sheep, but I just don’t know. I’m only saying it’s possible.... but I don’t know. It is possible, though.