Your daily pants-shitting crazy update, from The Los Angeles Times. So Trump was at a private event at the Intercontinental Hotel in New York this morning, and The Times got a recording of it.
And take it from me, if the walls of the Intercontinental Hotel had eyes, they’d be finding a way to gouge them out right about now.
President Trump expressed disgust Thursday morning with the explosive whistleblower complaint, slamming the intelligence officer and the White House aides who helped him or her as “almost a spy” and suggested it was treason.
“Basically, that person never saw the report, never saw the call, he never saw the call — heard something and decided that he or she, or whoever the hell they saw — they’re almost a spy,” Trump said.
“I want to know who’s the person, who’s the person who gave the whistleblower the information? Because that’s close to a spy,” he continued. “You know what we used to do in the old days when we were smart? Right? The spies and treason, we used to handle it a little differently than we do now.”
Did he just wink-wink, nudge-nudge a government-sponsored execution of a government employee who crossed him? Because it sure as hell looks like that’s what he’s suggesting.
Oh, and he also — yawn! — went after the free press again:
“You know, these animals in the press,” Trump went on. “They’re animals, some of the worst human beings you’ll ever meet.”
Someone in the room shouted out “Fake news!” egging the president on.
“They’re scum,” Trump continued. “Many of them are scum, and then you have some good reporters, but not many of them, I’ll be honest with you.”
I always knew Trump as president would be a horror show the likes of which we’ve never seen before, but I can’t say I ever thought it would get this bad. Can anyone now doubt that he’d go full-on dictator if he ever got the chance?
We need to crush this evil little squid — and soon — no matter how much psychedelic ink he tries to squirt in our eyes.
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