Mitch the Bitch being Mitch the Bitch—again
I only wish I could say I was surprised.
Some of us, definitely, but apparently nowhere near enough of us yet. Makes one curious as to what the hell’s being dumped into the water supply to keep Kentuckians docile, complacent, and reflexively voting Vichy GOPe no matter what.
On Wednesday, Sen. Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) made headlines for all the wrong reasons. In a blatant display of disloyalty, he voted ‘no’ on Tulsi Gabbard’s confirmation to become the next director of national intelligence. While the Senate ultimately approved her appointment with a narrow 52-48 vote, McConnell stood alone as the sole Republican saboteur against a qualified nominee whom President Trump put forward.
This is not the first time McConnell has shown his true colors; let’s not forget he was also one of the three senators who voted against Pete Hegseth’s confirmation as defense secretary. However, both Sens. Collins (R-Maine) and Murkowski (R-Alaska) supported Gabbard on Wednesday.
Shortly after Wednesday’s vote, McConnell couldn’t help but lash out at Gabbard, illustrating perfectly the disconnect between establishment Republicans and the conservative base. McConnell’s actions reveal just how willing he is to undermine the agenda of a Republican president in favor of his own misguided loyalties.
“The Senate’s power of advice and consent is not an option; it is an obligation, and one we cannot pretend to misunderstand,” McConnell said in a statement. “When a nominee’s record proves them unworthy of the highest public trust, and when their command of relevant policy falls short of the requirements of their office, the Senate should withhold its consent.”
“In my assessment, Tulsi Gabbard failed to demonstrate that she is prepared to assume this tremendous national trust,” he said.
Pointing to what he described as past lapses in judgment, McConnell warned of the risks of appointing a DNI who might undermine the credibility of intelligence assessments given to the president.
“The nation should not have to worry that the intelligence assessments the President receives are tainted by a Director of National Intelligence with a history of alarming lapses in judgment,” he cautioned.
Put down your glass, swallow whatever you’re drinking, and take a deep, cleansing breath before reading this next hy-larious riposte.
Gee, it’s not like Trump nominated James Clapper.
Heh. No, it really isn’t, is it? Which, of course, is pretty much the whole problem, at least for McConnell if nobody else.
Much is being made here and there of Yertle’s supposed “problems” with Trump bringing on this straight-up knifing of the national back, but I think Occam’s Razor suggests a much simpler explanation. To wit: McConnell is a lackey of the Deep State, has always been a lackey of the Deep State, and, just shy of closing out his 170-80 years of “public service,” can’t seriously be expected to turn on a dime and stop being a lackey of the Deep State at this late date.
Update! Swiped from the Memezapoppin’ post and brought out front, because reasons.
That’s precisely what it is, which Yertle McTurtle knows every bit as well as you or I do. Having been wittingly betrayed, deceived, and sabotaged throughout his first term by the “intelligence community,” Trump knows he dares not trust them this time out. He DOES trust Tulsi, and that’s plenty good enough for me.
Updated update! Feeble, frail, and infirm; increasingly prone to serious falls, slurred speech, and intermittent mental blank-outs reminiscent of Sundowner Joe Bribem, Mitch The Bitch is 82 years old (b Feb 20, 1942). Vigorous, energetic, and indefatigable, Donald Trump is 78 years young (b June 14, 1946) and remains mentally sharp, alert, and physically agile. McConnell relies primarily on either a wheelchair or one of those Rascal scooters to get around; on the ever more infrequent occasions he walks—over extremely short distances, no more than a few halting steps, for purposes of a press-gaggle photo op, I suspect—there are always two (2) big, burly bodyguards on either side of him, each clutching an arm in a death grip lest he trip over something (or nothing at all) and take another potentially fatal header.
Trump, on the other hand, doesn’t just walk, he swaggers. Mitch is showing his age, while Trump seems to be utterly exempt from the ravages of time. With every passing day McConnell more closely resembles a mouldering cadaver, even as Trump looks like a man in the very prime of life.
That being so, might it be nothing more nor less than petty personal jealousy for Trump’s vivacious, go-go-go lifestyle, with just under four short years separating the two, that has Mitch the Bitch’s knickers so badly in a bunch?
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