John Is Angry About A Shoe Company’s Spokesperson.

 This is going to be a series, I think; a theme: John picks a target — a movie (last post); an athlete whose views he does not favor… and demonizes them.

Demonizes them, for being successful. Successful, in capturing the Zeitgeist most of are now feeling. [It is likely to continue — until Trump resigns in disgrace.]

Meanwhile, the shameless unindicted co-conspirator No. 1 (from Mr. Cohen’s plea deal)… and, coincidentally, John’s master/overlord/poodle handler… continues his felony crime spree against the people of the United States — literally stealing from them, the honest services value of a million things, day by day — and likely conspiring with Russians to throw the 2016 election; and these 2018 mid-terms.

But John is worried about shoe contracts, and phone calls missing from a movie about a time nearly a half century ago.

But by all means, do carry on, John. Your feckless distractions are of no meaningful use.

Your guy, the Cheeto, is all done. Stick a fork in him. He’s lost his tiny mind, it seems.