The panic of the swamp creatures seems disproportionate to the situation. So Putin meets with President Trump, so what? Perhaps the top swampers know Putin can hand Trump devastating evidence against them?
The indictment of a dozen Russian ham sandwiches won’t stop the meeting. Two instances of Brits being poisoned won’t stop the meeting. Juan’s protestations won’t stop the meeting. Maxine and her too-tight wig (cutting off circulation to her residual brain matter) won’t stop the meeting.
Is that all they have? Do they have a last resort, perhaps a supreme sacrifice, to spring between now and the meeting next week? Who will the Russians supposedly assassinate in time to have the meeting cancelled?
Maybe Juan himself? He’s a short timer anyway. Why not make his death a martyrdom? Panicked minds can think that way.
“Maybe Juan himself? He’s a short timer anyway. “
He’s FIGMO.