Hey, Former Guy…

By Cliff Lake

 

Hey, Former Guy…

 

Listen:

You were made president by Russian interference. 

You beat that rap even though you were caught.

You mishandle and misappropriate public funds.

We saw you.

You beat that.

You vilify and demonize public demonstrations and use excessive force.

You beat that one.

You drop the ball on the biggest global pandemic since WWI.

The world saw you.

You beat that rap.

You break law after law in public while you're "president."

We saw that.

You beat all of that.

You let racists be racists and get worse and worse and get called out for it.

You beat that.

You enrich yourself, your family, and cronies off of the office of the presidency and beat THAT.

You incite a riot and attempt a coup...

Everyone saw you.

And now things might be catching up?

But you can probably beat this stuff?

But then you get caught with your hand deep in the cookie jar.

The DOJ has documents you stole.

The nature of those documents probably defines WHY you stole them.

But they have a ton of YOUR documents too,

Only some of which are covered by attorney/client privilege.

But by inference some are not.

The DOJ has your dirty laundry.

They see you.

The DOJ has you.

And no competent lawyer on the planet will come near you.

Because they see you.

Your solution?

Well, that's up your nose, isn't it?

 

Cliff Lake 8/30/2022

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

 

Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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