A (Smallish) Sunday Head-Scratcher

Color me mildly confused. Honestly, I’ll only waste a few sentences on it.

For you see, it is but a small conundrum, in truth. As you might imagine, my confusion (once again!) emanates from the self-contradictory words of a. . . small man. So, it is ultimately a very small matter, from a man with small hands, and clearly — a small mind.

Then-GOP-candidate for President Donald Trump, on July 26, 2016:

. . . .”I will tell you this, Russia: If you’re listening, I hope you’re able to find. . . the emails that are missing,” the Republican nominee said at a news conference in Florida. “I think you will probably be rewarded mightily by our press. . . .”

Yet overnight, Mr. Trump tells the nation, as her President, by tweet, it’s the prior Administration’s fault — that Russia hacked our 2016 election. Did you catch that? He’s admitting Russia-Gate — as a fact — and as an official White House statement, to boot (so says his Press Secretary).

Well. . . I guess, purely as a matter of law, I’ve long considered encouraging a hostile foreign power — to engage in unlawful (treasonous) action. . . to be a very close-cousin — to a crime called. . . collusion. Mr. Trump, it’s time to. . . turn yourself in. You’ve just admitted that the Russian hack occurred, and we all know you very publicly encouraged it, as a candidate — and so, an indictment may lie, for collusion — and perhaps. . . treason.

Confidential to Mr. Mueller — good work, in sweating the suspect-in-chief into an admission (again). But in truth, he is such a easy mark — his (small) thumbs are his own worst enemy.

Closing out cold — on 45.

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