Ahem — let’s clear this up: Hinderaker repeats lies that have already been debunked — and then fails to mention that hours before he wrote his, Rudy G., Trump’s boy who has created and fanned this non-story… has admitted that it is a 50-50 possibility that he dealt with (was played for a pawn by) known Russian agents, in allowing himself to be used as their “dis-information” channel.

Of course, John shares none of these facts from Rudy’s own mouth.

And so, John skirts perilously close to renouncing his own nation (being at least unpatriotic, and perhaps knowingly aiding an enemy foreign power), in this circumstance — aiding and amplifying dis-information — as Rudy and Donald already have.

Et Tu, Hinderaker?! Or should I say…

“…ЩЇLL ЍФ ФЙЄ ЯЇD ԠЭ ФӺ ГҤЇS ГЦЯБЦLЭЍГ PЯЇЄSҐ?….”¹

John is a sad, embittered, shriveled old man, one who has now obviously lost his place in the world.

End. Of. Story.

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_{1. “Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?” — Henry II, intoned of Thomas Becket — with Vice President Biden in the role of the man of conscience, Sir Thomas Becket.}