Thursday - the crybaby in the White House had a hissy fit today!

I have been mulling over when to go back into Manhattan. It's been nearly four months. This is the longest time I have been out of the city since the mid-1970s and I miss it.

This week and next, weather permitting, the exterior of my house is going to get sanded, patched and repainted. After that, I'll be thinking about it more seriously.

In the news, I guess it's no surprise that the crybaby-in-chief had a bit of a conniption fit this morning after the Supreme Court ruled that the requests by prosecutors to see his financial records are valid. It's a shame we won't get a chance to see them so we can view how corrupt he is, how many lies he's told about his business dealings, and watch him squirm squirm squirm.

Doofus Donald, the sTrump'et in the White House tweeted that, "it's not fair!" It's not about fairness, a-hole-in-chief, now the crybaby-in-chief, it's about rule of law. It turns out that the sTrump'et, despite claiming otherwise, is not above the law just because he's the President. These cases, pretty serious ones involving hush-money, illegal campaign spending, possible illegal foreign interference in the American political process, violations of the Emoluments Clause, and so much more, are probably causing  crooked the Doofus Donald to shit his pants.

And what does "fairness" have to do with anything. He said it's all political, no other President had this happen, forgetting that Richard Nixon and Bill Clinton both had to show theirs. All nine of the judges, across the political spectrum from brain-dead to super-genius, agreed that his case was specious, even if they didn't all decide against him. Even more telling, the two justices he appointed, both quite conservative, saw through the argument and agreed that the firms that were subpoenaed would have to cough up the evidence to the prosecutors.

Doofus Donald, you have one chance to make the issue go away: stop fighting it and prove that there's nothing there that incriminates you, the sTrump'et organization or your crooked and corrupt family.

I got to stop myself from laughing at the absurdity of that one.

The wannabe emperor has no clothes. We need to get him out of office.

Unelect Trump and while we are at it, let's start the chant now: Lock Him Up! Lock Him Up!

Tonight a few street scenes, Midtown Manhattan last year. 

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