Trump Is a Dead Duck

It happened.

House of Representatives Speaker Mike Johnson was finally forced to swear in newly elected Representative Adelita Grijalva (D-AZ), who was the 218th signatory to the discharge petition to release the Epstein files. With that, the House had a vote on the issue, and, to everyone's surprise, the vote to release the Epstein files did not get 218 votes.

It got 427 votes.  Of the eight House members who didn't vote for it, seven of them didn't vote.  The only one who voted no was Representative Clay Higgins (R-LA), about as MAGA as MAGA gets. 

With that overwhelming vote in favor of releasing the files, the Senate consented unanimously to have the files released.  Trump - who suddenly said he wanted the Epstein files released - signed the bill authorizing their release.  He vetoed it not because he has nothing to hide and wants to prove it after being harassed over the files for so long but because the vote in favor of releasing the files was so overwhelming that he didn't want to be humiliated by being overridden.

Now, just about everyone in the media is calling Trump a lame-duck President.  I won't call him that, because to do so would grant that I should call him a President.  But I do agree that he's living on borrowed time, and hopefully, the lease is up soon.  Not on January 20, 2029 or on November 4 2026, but much, much sooner.  Article II, Section 4 of the Constitution allows an entire presidential administration to be removed for . . . treason.

Feeling like a dead duck . . . spitting out pieces of his broken luck . . . 

And what proof could be used to remove the entire Trump regime for treason?  How much time do you have? His dealings with the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia are only the latest in a series of blatant examples.

And after we remove the Trump regime - which is going to take awhile, because Attorney General Pam Bondi is going to find every possible way to slow-walk the release of the Epstein files - we can get onto working to bring the United States to an end and break it up into separate countries.

Aqualung, my friend!