I love this word. I’m like the charge’ d affaires of the word “charged.”
The word “charged” is charged with effect, like an engine is super-charged; like a dish is charged with flavor, a line of poetry charged with meaning.
We exist in a highly charged atmosphere, do we not?
How wonderful, to acquire a thing -anything- free of charge!
In the fifties, ad agencies used a cartoon image of a general on a horse urging consumers to “Charge it!”
(Of course one is occasionally over-charged, and will perhaps wish to detonate a depth-charge, but the charges may be reversed according to the fine print on the credit card statement by dialing an 800 number.)
This may be accomplished electronically in a process involving electricity, with its highly charged particles.
Ok the justices on the Supreme Court believe they have life time appointments while they ignore the Constitution and history and precedent and -woopsie! the “lifetime” thing is also the Constitution and history and precedent- so you see where we are going with this?
Just a matter of time before the justices decide that public life is just too much trouble and how nice it will be to spend more time with the family.
Just sayin’.
Here’s a song totally unrelated to the Supreme Court. (What does the Court have to do with a back-alley shakedown?- how can a high-minded Supreme Court justice compare to a low-life pirate?)- but it’s as swank,suave’ and cutting as the last few decisions.
And both Court and malevolent pirate like to dock in the shadows, though the Court be aboard an oligarch’s yacht:
“Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has Alito And he keeps it, ah, out of sight
You know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves, oh, wears old John Roberts, babe So there’s never, never a trace of red
Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh Lies a body just oozin’ life, eek And someone’s sneakin’ ’round the corner Could that someone be ACB?
There’s a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river don’tcha know Where a cement bag’s just a-drooppin’ on down Oh, that cement is just, it’s there for the weight, dear Five’ll get ya ten, old Clarence, back in town
Now did ya hear ’bout Brett Kavanaugh? He disappeared, babe After drawin’ out all his hard-earned cash And now John Roberts spends just like a sailor Could it be our boy’s done somethin’ rash?
Now Neil Gorsuch, ho, ho, yeah, Ginny Thomas Ooh, Leonard Leo and old Harlan Crow Oh, the line forms on the right, babe Now that Justice Roberts is back in town
I said Misses Roberts , whoa, Ginny Thomas Look out to Miss Coney Barrett and old Harlan Crow Yes, that line forms on the right, babe Now that Chief Roberts is back in town Look out, Chief Roberts’ is back!
I can’t say- but it’s the Glorious Fork of July, and not a treasonous spork in sight.
The Special Annotated Declaration of Independence- “the teenage high school version. Get down with your bad selves” as Zappa would say. (FZ told us this day was coming, when illusions and stage effects are carted away and we see what the plan was all along with those suckers.)
Did Trump pass the Declaration of Independence malignity test signed by the first generation of dissidents, the true ‘1776ers?
Let’s look and see!
“He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation.”
-declaration of independence
That’s SCOTUS just yesterday. And yes, they talk.
“He has obstructed the Administration of Justice”
-declaration of independence
True. He did do that.
“He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.”
-declaration of independence
That’s project 2025
“He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.” -Declaration of Independence
That’s the convict’s immigration policy.
“He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.”
-declaration of independence
True. That’s martial law.
“He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.” -declaration of independence
Thats voter suppression.
“He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.”
-declaration of independence
That’s SCOTUS.
should we keep goin’?
“For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world.”
-declaration of independence
That’s the tariff thing he lied about.
“For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent.” -declaration of independence
That’s us paying for the next tax cut.
“For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury”
-declaration of independence
That’s the SCOTUS decision yesterday barring trials and investigations.
“For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments”
-declaration of independence
That’s the SCOTUS decision overturning the Constitution for his benefit thank u!
“He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.”
You get what I’m saying here. That project 2025 again.
“He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us.”
I think we get the idea.
It looks like the former president aced the test with flying upside down colors!
Fragment: Time of making marks of molding your palm in wet concrete fingers outstretched tagging a wall leaving a penny on a step a sealed letter a small prank a packet of old letters.
My library is full of books that are quite beyond my capacity, and my family and friends will praise my folly and wonder… what about the time you could be running or swimming or creating new structures but they (the books) speak to me as I walk by, they inspire, they feed an aspiration, they represent value, influence style, they reassure and challenge and work change quietly through a basic awareness of the utter miracle of consciousness and the phenomenon of language.
Plus I’m kind of lazy.
But the hour is invaluable and even a sentence can contain the music of the spheres so why not?
You who spent your days in a bookstore will know what I’m saying. You will know exactly.
One day I woke up and wondered how much time I have left.
I thought about mortality and the challenges we’ve all faced lately.
So here’s the woo-woo part.
We took a Sunday drive to Pescadero, beautiful summer day, gorgeous, and we’re excited by our favorite little town. We took pictures of flowers and we stopped to look at the site of a restaurant we used to go to, that burned down years ago. A family place with a general store and a pizza oven and a big garden yard to relax in.
It’s rebuilt. Still empty, but a new building is complete.
Right then a gentleman came and answered our questions without being asked. He just joined us.
He insisted on telling us a joke or two. Usually that’s a sign to get walking asap, but he was really kind.
How come bananas have lots of friends? -They have a peel. You get the idea.
I’m eighty years old, he said. But I have friends who are over a hundred!
I was astonished- he actually was so healthy and fit he looked to be fifty.
He told us he walks the range of hills between Berkeley and Fremont and told us did you know you can find sea shells in the foot hills? It was once ocean floor.
He said look and opened his phone: here’s Mt Diablo, I walk with two waking sticks- and here’s a rock they call “Spock” because you can see a profile of pointy ears right in the crashing waves on the shore by Santa Cruz.
So ok, here’s a crazy old man who looks like he’s thirty but he’s close to one hundred and we’re starved let’s close this colloquy, am I right?
But he was so kind and generous with his positive outlook on life.
He walked us to the general store and there we parted to buy sandwiches and begin our outing.
While we were chatting I noticed he had dentures.
I’ve lost some teeth -part of my health challenges in the last 6 months; I’ve lost some of my uppers and it’s really tough- in this society we are all so harshly judged on our appearance and yes, I noticed he appeared to have dentures and noticed that they looked comfortable and like they fit well. I just noted that observation quietly to myself. It’s a personal anxiety. On my mind.
So that was a total interruption in our day, occurred as soon as we had parked. He just appeared there. And as quickly left.
So later I was thinking how in the morning I awakened with deep almost dangerous thoughts of mortality, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, perhaps sooner than later.
And within an hour we had met this guy, who put himself on our path, lifted our spirits, was a picture of health and vitality at an advanced age, and appreciated the ancient landscape of California as we do, and even the geology, which is kind of a hobby with me and he had the teeth thing figured out. And pretty quickly he was gone.
I thought that must be what it’s like to meet an angelic being. His message met the demand of the moment, my desultory meditation on death, with a message of life and continuing adventures.
Then I had the thought that mystics have asserted, that spirit-signs come in threes.
So right after sandwiches at the little general store, Ingrid bought a silver cookie cutter at an antique store right across the street- an angel. She loves it!
So I thought, well, possibly that’s the second angel but what about the third angel, if guidance comes in three?
I couldn’t see another angel sign, I scratched my head and thought.
Wait! What is the name of the country store where we all went and parted?
Arcangeli Grocery.
Archangel!
And -postscript -I shook hands (fist-bumped) with the gentleman and introduced myself and he told me his name: Manuel. Which is short for “Emmanuel” which is spiritual for divine presence.
You tell me.
Oh- later, while I was noting these things at home, I listened to a speaker online talking about our recent full moon and solstice (Summer!) and she mentioned the symbolism of how the deeper self seems to arise from the source as from depths of the sea, and the gentleman told us he saw sea shells up in the California hills.
***
Later that same week:
Woo woo -ology.
These unpredictable things are becoming predictable.
What the…? Dept
So I was just musing about an art project for no particular reason – the Day of the Dead altar we do each year. I was at work where we assemble it in the fall.
Then on my desk someone left an old jewelry box; a bit later my supervisor said oh that’s for your altar this year. I’m having another one turned into a music box and I don’t need this.
Then 20 minutes later I went to do residents laundry and 1/2 way done with folding. All Saints Day. Which is part of the two-day festival for Day of the Dead. Completely random -two unrelated people’s objects- and nearly simultaneous too.
The resident just brought that laundry from his apartment this week.
You’re just a rambunctious puppy but now you’re famous. Everybody’s asking “Where’s Cricket?”
I had to sit with this for a minute.
I heard a zen monk tell about a sorrow that arose during prolonged meditation. He realized he’d found compassion for insects. He remembered the suffering he had caused. He apologized to the insects. Each one. Each individual insect.
Part of the attainment he sought was to face his past honestly.
I think that’s how it went.
Yesterday I heard a mystic say everything in the universe has a soul.
Cricket, I used to be afraid of all bees. I felt they had to be destroyed if they buzzed into my environment. It hurts to get stung.
I considered insects to be “bad.”
Cause of death, rolled up newspaper. Spray can of poison . Whatever.
They suffered.
So one day I was practicing piano with the door to the garden path at my sister Kate’s and during some Beethoven bagatelle I glanced down at my knee and there I saw a big fat fuzzy bumble bee right there on my knee, fast asleep.
So that was my tiny awakening. I felt the sorrow like that monk expressed. Without the fear I could see the beauty of the little bug.
I’m not afraid of bees! I don’t have to be cruel! Freedom! And some teachings tell us that karma action is involved, to repair the harm, the inflicted pain.
Cricket, I am sorry for all the bugs I smooshed. The harm I’ve done. My Life Review is going to be a mess. All I ask is a little help, guidance, to alleviate a little suffering if I can.
You are innocent. Not me though!
I’m not even close to conscious knowledge of how my life is affecting other animals, and people too. That would be “perspective.” I’m not there yet.
Cricket, we owe you a debt of gratitude. Perhaps you remind Americans that the cruelty is not the point, after all.
You did not deserve to be an icon to get out the vote in November. But if so, you are helping to save democracy. Good dog!
Thank you. The wild beasts turned out to be the human beings- again.
Now, about those cicadas!
PS I thought this song was really about the bee. I was so young!
In the olden days there’d be a full spittoon on the floor right next to the sociopath/germophobe/defendant, and the attorneys reeking of whiskey and cigar smoke; the musty smell of old mushrooms and cologne, pervasive.
Every time someone sat a chair would creak, or a warped floorboard, and doors would actually slam, in the slammer.
I hope the defendant’s seat is solid wood and not ergonomic!
In a century of malfeasance nothing much has changed.
After decades of stealth trials against Clinton, a la’ Paula Jones, now the entire Republican Party is haplessly defending Trump from his mistresses.
You need the love of the serfs as well as the loyalty of the nobility and the generals to be a going concern as an autocrat. This courtroom is just one step on the path to greatness.
Someone open a window. It smells like a rat died in a patch of rotting pumpkins somewhere near the front row, and no-I would not like to be a fly on the wall for the opening statement of the Defense.
The echoes of a hundred corruption trials are summed up in a quote from the previous judge:
“Mr Trump, sit down!”
***
The Proceedings, Day Two
What Is That Smell, Your Honor? Should we clear the Court?
After years of Paula Jones stealth cases against Clinton we have the entire Republican Party trying to defend Trump from his many mistresses. Someone crack a window. It’s really stuffy in here.
It’s like old mushrooms and cologne.
I hope that Trump’s chair in the courtroom is made of wood and not ergonomic.
In the olden days there’d be a full spittoon on the floor right next to the sociopath/germophobe/defendant, and the attorneys be reeking of whiskey and cigar smoke.
In a century of malfeasance nothing much has changed.
You need the love of the serfs as well as the loyalty of the nobility and the generals to be a going concern as an autocrat. This courtroom is just one step on the path to greatness.
Someone open a window. It smells like a rat died in a patch of rotting pumpkins somewhere near the front row, and no-I would not like to be a fly on the wall for the opening statement of the Defense.
Back in the seventies my roommate -a sharp African American poet/writer -used to ridicule my devotion to Pacifica Radio and she’d ask me every day “Are you saving the whales?” or “Did you save any whales today?” She’d laugh and laugh at my tie-dyed groundless, baseless, ineffectual cross-eyed idealism.
And I’d send Pacifica five bucks subscription or whatever.
It’s my question for Pro-Life Republicans. Most of them I believe are pretending to save all the whales. They are Bleeding Heart Conservatives who do not know their way around a Petri dish. And neither do I.
It was always a bait and switch. For a mere $5 trillion dollar tax cut, we (the political faction) will grant your wish and ban abortion.
The abortion issue was all about cutting taxes for the rich. Always.
An abortion ban should never have been a priority on the national stage! Never. It was thrust upon the public by cynics who needed votes for Reagan. Quid pro quo with religious fanatics led by television evangelists who had axes to grind and aces up their sleeves and revenue on their mind.
Money. M-O-N-E-Y.
And if family values was the issue, how can it be that the political spokesmen to ban abortion cheated on their wives so routinely? It was a thing with them. Reagan and his ilk. They cared not for their wives who they ditched or any little cell groups that were dividing somewhere unknown.
But no matter. This is now.
But what they should do is what I suggest.
They should- if they care about the sanctity of Life- save the whales.
Because when those whales are gone we know humanity could be next.
So those sweet little unborn zygotes will have no healthy parents to bring them to term if life on earth is extinct.
Human beings are in the food chain. If you want to save babies start with the environment in which they can survive outside the womb.
And that is true: The evolution of Life on Earth depended on some intricate organizing principle underlying it all. It’s supposed to fit together in a balanced way including all life. Not just you. Otherwise life could not be sustained.
That’s the mystery. Fish grew eyeballs and glowed in the dark. And then you came along.
Life had to await perfect conditions for life. That required organization in advance. A space in which to live and conditions for a chance of survival had to precede the cell groups. That’s the book of Genesis. Call it God or whatever. Same difference.
We prepare the environment for life as best we can. First. If possible. All of us on earth.
But do the Sanctity of Life people care about that?
Oh no. Fuck no! (And I use the F word advisedly.)
Sigh.
I have saved zero whales today. So we’re even.
Ronald Reagan saved not one whale that I’m aware of.
Jerry Fallwell saved no whales.
Billy Graham didn’t prevent ocean warming that fucked up the food chain on which the dividing cells of your future loved ones will depend.
I write in hopes those children when born won’t have to run for their lives from storms and fires and lightning strikes, and continue in desperation to deplete the energy we’ve already burned through.
I’m burning through a shit-ton of energy myself right now!
And no hunger in the United States!
Pro-Life Hucksters, you suck. So bad.
Save the whales!
I believe that President Biden will save a whale, if given the opportunity. By that I mean he’d at least consider mitigation of climate change and ocean warming. Tiny living cells afloat in oceans and oceans full of Life.
If you can save babies that exist only in theory you can save theoretical whales.
Sorry, my friends, for flooding the zone- but it’s Alito-Time again.
Samuel Alito: America’s Worst Writer
How we treat other people is a measure of our progress as a society. We all know that.
It’s not really complicated.
Samuel Alito is a pretty bad writer. But I now believe he is the worst.
I’m just going to go ahead and say it.
Samuel Alito is the worst writer in America.
He takes the title from former champions like Ed Meese and William Bennett.
These are the leftover bigots of the era of Ronald Reagan, prurient purveyors of platitudes.
For these pontiffs, everything is wrong wrong wrong right from the start.
Anywho.
Here’s the good news. What follows is one of the most beautiful expressions of human concern and fairness I’ve ever heard. At least so far today.
The article states that “one potential juror said that while homosexuality is a sin, “you still have to love those people” and “you don’t have a right to judge them. Therefore, I think I could be a fair juror.”
Feel free to read that magnificent magnanimous statement again, if you wish. I agree, it’s so good.
Go ahead. I’ll wait.
Good.
See, Samuel Alito? It’s called not being a bigot!
It’s not easy, but it can be done.
Alito’s dissent, not worth considering. Unfortunately we have to .
Alto starts the same as before, in the hideous Dobbs Decision (which stripped human rights from the entire population) with the idea that rulings with which Alito disagrees are “patently false and dangerous.”
The word “patently” means “clearly, without doubt.”
The previous case- Roe- was also “egregious” right from the start. (Even if Judge Alito saw no real problem with it during the confirmation hearing for his nomination to the Court.)
In other words I’m right/ you’re wrong/ we’re done here.
So in the language of his opening thesis, the judge has conflated subjectivity with objectivity. Two different operations.
The judge feels the danger! He senses a wrong! He’s worried, perhaps a little scared. Spooked. He wants to defend someone from something.
It’s the old Slippery Slope again, with the vertigo. I wish I’d worn better shoes to Court today, he’s thinking.
Perhaps it’s a slight hangover.
He demonstrates an altruistic impulse, in an upside-down kind of backwards way. He’s in a mist, lost in a kind of a yucky gray fog of concern, that someone might be excluded from a jury just because they hold weird, inhumane beliefs with violent overtones.
He may benefit from a session of comedian/writer Dana Gould’s “You Say This/I Feel That” therapy. Bring a box of tissues. Clarence will mediate.
Ok.
After the opening slam, we get the ridiculous dunk, that “society is not heeding the admonition” of the Court.
Well, that’s very frustrating for you, Samuel Alito. Bad Society! Devil worshippers, from whom religious believers must “hide” their beliefs!
And yet the dominant culture is what Alito is concerned about, and I tell you that, from here on the ground, Judge, the dominant culture is not hiding the beliefs. (See the prurient purveyors of platitudes, above.)
“In this case, the court below reasoned that a person who still holds traditional religious views on questions of sexual morality is presumptively unfit to serve on a jury in a case involving a party who is a lesbian. That holding exemplifies the danger that I anticipated in Obergefell v. Hodges, 576 U. S. 644 (2015), namely, that Americans who do not hide their adherence to traditional religious beliefs about homo- sexual conduct will be “labeled as bigots and treated as such” by the government. Id., at 741 (dissenting opinion). The opinion of the Court in that case made it clear that the decision should not be used in that way, but I am afraid that this admonition is not being heeded by our society.” -Alito
It’s hard to be ignored, to not be listened to, is it not? -to have one’s admonitions be unheeded.
It’s like the old spiritual the justices sing around the Walmart lot of an evening outside the trailer:
“Will our admonitions be unheeded by and by Lord by and by
there’s a finer ad-mo-nition in the sky Lord in the sky”
Tissue, judge?
Beneath the concern is the impatience. The rage. It is taking far too long to establish the just society for the Few. How long, Lord?
The value of your vote to the fate of the country just skyrocketed.
Votes matter. We have enough information to change everything in November.
We can do what the Supreme Court refuses to do. We don’t need them.
Hear ye.
Supreme Court just did a “Comey” before the election.
Maybe he does have non-existent absolute Presidential immunity.
By “non-existent” I mean criminal immunity that isn’t in the Constitution of the United States anywhere textually, or in the nation’s political history, or of any long-standing tradition, or anywhere in the minds of the framers or the intent as demonstrated in the ratification process of the constitution nor from any legal precedent whatsoever.
Those were the lofty guidelines the Court set forth last time.
But maybe. Maybe. Maybe there’s something there: perhaps a touch of monarchy the framers overlooked. Perhaps they were missing old King George the Third, recently deposed. Maybe a few conflicts of interest, dark money, foreign interference, extortion are in the constitutional scheme after all.
His own lawyers did not believe there was any such thing as absolute Presidential immunity when they freaked out in the days before Jan 6 2020 in the White House meetings when it was obvious to them that they were about to embark on criminality, considering seizing voting machines and declaring martial law and intimidating poll workers and interrupting the mails and threatening state election officials and otherwise abusing the power of the presidency.
(This is around the time Ginny Thomas texted Mark Meadows, “Do not concede,” she wrote. “It takes time for the army who is gathering for his back.”)
He didn’t have it then, absolute immunity, at the Oval meetings with the conspirators. Not one person believed he had absolute immunity in Dec 2020, when it all went down. And those were his friends. The fellow crimesters. The White House counsel. Even the promoters of the scheme to overturn the certified election knew the ice was thin thin thin, legally.
No, what the conspirators- including members of Congress- asked him for was pardons, including accepting an imputation of guilt for criminal acts.
They hoped he would prevail, remain in power and grant everyone a pardon and punish the liberals and throw THEM in prison. The people he robbed and maligned and targeted for violence every time he spoke.
And of course we all saw his legal counsel defend him at the J6 Impeachment, claiming he had zero immunity and should be held accountable in court for his crimes! No such thing as immunity back then.
But this is the Supreme Court. Maybe they just forgot to grant George Washington absolute criminal immunity and why have two other branches of power anyway?
We are going to go back to the polls in November and we will be heard and understood. Loud and clear.
The congressman with an office in my home town of Norwalk, Ohio is acting as a Russian asset of Vladimir Putin.
That’s right.
The congressman with an office in my home town of Norwalk, Ohio is effectively acting as a Russian asset for Vladimir Putin, a revelation made public with the confession of the Republicans’ source of information for their impeachment effort.
The Republican impeachment of Biden appears at this time to be a classic Russian disinformation operation with at least 147 accessories in Congress.
Though Trump is a private citizen, he leads the national Republican Party and has forged an alliance with Putin, so in effect Putin controls a significant portion of Congress, when critical funding for Ukraine has been blocked by Republicans.
Jordan has effectively shielded Trump from attacks as the chair of the powerful House Judiciary Committee, and has amplified Putin’s disinformation since the first controversies in 2016.
The confession of the informant comes a mere five days after the earthshaking political assassination of Russian dissident Navolny.
The death of Navolny seems coincident with Trump’s recent brazen announcement of condemnation of NATO, during a critical month of the war in Ukraine, giving a green light for Putin to act.
This dovetails with the recent viral showcasing of a humiliating propaganda exercise by Putin, of the very American weakness of Tucker Carlson, who was filmed pushing an empty shopping cart around an automated shopping center- not another soul in sight- and crowing about the wonders of modern Russia.
Journalist Joan Walsh pointed out Putin’s symbolic castration of Carlson, sent out seemingly alone on such an absurd, awkward adventure to basically nowhere in Moscow.
While it is possible Republicans like Rep Jim Jordan (R-Ohio) are mere accessories of the dictator, opportunists with their own misguided intentions, this follows an unvarying pattern of the attacks on Biden since 2019, all based on fake foreign intelligence with origins in the politics of war-torn Ukraine.
At the very least, Republicans have been publicizing unfiltered information from prestigious and powerful seats in Congress, lending credence to false allegations from Russian operatives in order to undermine the policies and the political infrastructure of the United States.
One can say definitively now that private citizen Trump has directed members of Congress in the disinformation campaign; Trump has assumed total party control and so leads a concerted effort to further amplify falsehoods against the President of the United States, some from sources with ties to Russian intelligence.
Trump has repeatedly proclaimed his willingness to further empower the Russian dictator, attempting to advance Putin’s prestige at every opportunity, with his personal political party in lockstep behind him.
Trump’s allegiance to Putin was made public in an appearance with Putin in Helsinki in 2018, when, then-President Trump, responding to questions from a US journalist, discredited the US intelligence on Russia, with Putin standing smiling just a few feet away.
A brief synopsis:
Trump publicly requested Putin’s interference in the 2016 election.
President Obama in 2016 imposed sanctions on Russia for election interference, without disclosing data that would tilt the election and cause a possible blow-back from Republicans. (You’re welcome, Republicans!)
The Russian Embassy in San Francisco was closed as part of the Obama sanctions. We had seen continuous smoke rise from the chimney of the embassy, and we surmised papers were being burned.
Congressional Republicans famously met with Putin in 2018 on the 4th of July in Moscow.
Trump’s NSA nominee Gen Flynn also made overtures to Russia, after acting as an agent for the repressive prime minister of Turkey, a powerful Putin ally. A federal judge found that Flynn was acting against the interests of the United States when Flynn lied to the FBI concerning contacts with Russia.
The NRA – an arm of GOP fundraising-was a conduit for money laundering and was infiltrated by Russian operative Maria Butina, who was active in the US in 2015 and onward, outsourcing Republicans on Putin’s behalf. She has since returned to Russia.
Trump’s campaign provided election data covertly in 2016 to Russian intelligence, campaign manager Paul Manafort, through Konstantin Kalimnik with links to Russian intelligence and so to Putin himself.
Trump’s top advisor was formerly employed in Ukraine to do political work that benefited Putin.
The effort by Jordan, on behalf of Donald Trump to cover for Putin, extends back to the first impeachment of Donald Trump- when Trump’s henchmen concocted a false story about Ukraine scandals involving the current president’s son.
The case for impeachment of President Biden, based on false allegations of bribery led by the House Republicans including Jim Jordan, was a Russian disinformation operation, according to papers made public yesterday, describing the arrest of the main informant who confessed to Federal officials.
It seems obvious that Putin may calculate his spring offensive with the consent of Republicans in Congress at the bidding of his main asset, Donald Trump. Every relationship of private citizen Trump is known to be transactional, quid pro quo.
Republican-led bi-partisan Senate Intelligence Committee: “The Russian government directed extensive activity against U.S. election infrastructure. The Committee found the activity directed at the state and local level began in at least 2014 and carried into at least 2017. The Committee has seen no evidence that any votes were changed or that any voting machines were manipulated.”
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