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clinton's lawyers meet the unicorns

friday, june 22th, 2018

this may sound like a defense lawyer’s fantasy – government counsel trusts you to voluntarily hand over incriminating evidence against your client, while understanding that your ethical duty is to protect your client’s best interests – but it happened. To Hillary Clinton’s defense lawyers.

It’s good to be the Clinton lawyer.

For the rest of us, you know, defense lawyers representing the remainder of the population who are not Clintons, we respond to search warrants and subpoenas.

Let me explain.

The Feds have two ways to get evidence: 1) ask you, 2) force you. Guess how many times I have seen the first option? Zero. Zero times. Second option? 100% of the time.

And I’m not special. I checked with many defense lawyers. None of us have ever seen option 1. Ever.

Option 1 is like the Unicorn Option. It’s said to exist in imagination alone.

Unless you are a Clinton lawyer. Then you get to meet unicorns.

DOJ prosecutors came up with a most outlandish response to questions about giving Clinton this Unicorn Option: because her lawyers knew it’s a crime to destroy evidence, and because it saved time for the prosecutors.

Of course, Clinton’s lawyer’s knew that destruction of evidence is a crime. Most lawyers know this. This is like saying they met minimum competency standards. But we know her lawyers were far more intelligent than that. This is a loaded response. What else?

by Lisa Benson

“The prosecutors stated that seeking evidence through consent also saved time by allowing the government to avoid motions to quash subpoenas based on privilege or lack of probable cause.” Wait. The prosecutors stated that they can avoid a few minutes of adversarial process? But the entire point of having lawyers on both sides is that they engage in adversarial process. IT’S THEIR JOB! They argued that not doing their job would save time?!

FBI disagreed with the prosecutors’ unique decision to use the Unicorn Option, and believed that: “Clinton’s attorneys had not been forthcoming about the existence of potential sources of evidence.” No way! Shocking! So weird.

That's when the unicorns started burping rainbows and the FBI’s concerns were disregarded.

AND THEN, the prosecutors didn’t get search warrants for 6 laptops provided to the government by Clinton’s lawyers on the condition that the government NOT search these laptops. Not The Onion. I promise.

Why not search them? Because they may have files subject to attorney-client confidentiality. Oh. So Michael Cohen and Trump, they are not entitled to voluntary non-search based on confidentiality concerns, but Clinton is. Of course. Unicorns.

AND THEN, the prosecutors decided that she can go home: “ – at the end of the day, I do believe everybody felt that we had obtained everything that we needed to obtain in order to assess criminality.”

That’s when the unicorns started pooping cupcakes.

BUT the FBI disagreed. Even the agent who really hated Trump. He said that he was “aggravated by the limitations” that the prosecutors were placing on the FBI’s ability to obtain evidence and felt that “if you add up this delta over a bunch of decisions, all of a sudden it becomes substantive.” That FBI agent didn’t get a unicorn cupcake.

And that's the story of Clinton’s lawyers getting to meet unicorns.


© by Marina Medvin, Jun 15, 2018, in Townhall, "Clinton’s Lawyers Get To Meet Unicorns".

A Day In The Life.

Up around Friday at 9:30a, it really felt great get to get 10½hrs of shut-eye. For some reason, I thought it was Saturday; shit-for-brains-me. I made coffee, had Shredded Wheat, an English Muffin, and a couple of bottles of Ensure Plus® checked my basement stores for Kellogg's® Honey Smacks®; none there, even though they're among some of my favorite cereals. Who really needs a rip-roaring case of salmonella poisoning?

I had a formidable "to-do" list and divided-them-up between today, and Monday; I'll get zero done on either Saturday or Sunday. I've got some pre-planned projects for Saturday, and an all-day BBQ to go to on Sunday, so those are out. My GMail is not working so Ryley from Spartan Computers is coming by to see if he can retrieve and reset the mail password. This just isn't "normal" for me, so I'm flummoxed as to what to do; maybe he can reset it all.

After some paperwork, I watched "The History Channel, Ancient Aliens" on CATV, one of the best-produced, and thought-provoking shows. It conflicts with pre-Christianity, pre-Judaism, and the murderous troglodyte filth called Islam (spit) and all other religions as we know them, but is fascinating, nonetheless. By 10:30p, I was nodding-off, and called it quits for the night.

I have no working email, so if you're wondering why you haven't heard back from me, that's why. Here's an alternative to use . My GMail and Thunderbird are down, and Yahoo! isn't working either, indefinitely. Maybe Ryley, from Spartan Computers, can help me on Monday, when he's here. Until then, use my old CommieCast address.

Auto racing began 5 minutes after the 2nd car was built – Henry Ford.

Up at 9:30a on Saturday, I made coffee, had several bottles of Ensure Plus® and dozed-off in the LR's leather recliner, until 1:30p, did a load of laundry, watered the garden and fed the new Yellow Peony shrub Becky'd given me. With little to no rain so far, plants are suffering from it and supplemental watering helps. Becky's drip irrigation will be paying-off big dividends for her. I watched the replay of the 24hr of LeMans for a few hours; heartbreaking for a few of the fascinating, leading-edge, multi-million dollar teams for a few hours. Temps hit 90-92°F by 2p, and I could only stand the stand the heat for a hour or so, at a time.

Mostly, I stayed inside, and tomorrow's and Monday's will be even worse at 95°F+, and except for a quick trip to the Magistrate's Office in Red Lion, I'm staying inside. When my health was better, I didn't mind it so much. Now, with the Pancreatitis and Gall Bladder, that's all changed. I stayed-up until 10;30p, and pulled the plug. Tomorrow's another day.

Tomorrow's Father's Day, and at 94, I don't know how many more Dad has left in him. Our cousins' daughter and her husband, Stacey & Dave (S&D), and their parents, Buddy & Toni, have a 4p cookout planned, so I'll go for a short while; mercifully, we're only cooking outside and eating inside.

I got up at 8a on Sunday, made coffee, had some bottles of Ensure Plus® and Chex® cereal, and watched the exciting finish of The 24 Hours of LeMans. I took the Jeep over to the car wash, since I had a coupon for it, came home and snoozed away in the leather recliner in the LR.

We – Dad, Becky, Me, Dave & Stacey, Buddy & Toni – all had a wonderful time, since we're close to being the last fathers and cousins in the Shelley Family. I was back home after 8pm, after eating more food (BBQ, smoked chicken, pasta etc) than I've eaten in the past 6-8mos. I crashed at 9p.

I couldn't sleep at all, during Sunday night, perhaps too much food, so I came down downstairs at 4a, made coffee, had some Ensure® Plus, a banana and got a list of errands ready for doing before the 100-103°F (yes, there was a EXTREME HEAT WARNING issued) temps arrived. I'd be drinking cool water all day if those temps came to be fact. Errands done, Ryley from Spartan Computer, arrived and within an hour, had all my email systems back-up and running, and more importantly, recovered my passwords. WOO-HOO! He's a wizard! By 10a, 91°F and scathingly hot outside already. I left for Wolf Furniture around 4pm, and ran into an accident which had just happened: the motorcycle lost in a collision with an SUV. The ambulance was just carting away the rider, and the SUV driver was pretty shook-up about it. The police had routed all traffic around the intersection, so it was slow going. There was a lot of blood being sopped-up by oil-dry/cat litter, so someone was badly injured.

I have all of my email passwords back, thanks to Ryley from Spartan Computers!

Not much at Wolf Furniture, so I came home, watched a boatload of old reruns of "American Pickers" on The History Channel, same for "Speed Is The New Black " on The Velocity Channel, had some dinner, used the heating pad on my painful right hip and stomach, and knew it would be an early and restless night. I took 3 Rx Oxycodone, the pain abated and I went to bed at midnight.

Up at 8a on Tuesday, I made coffee, a muffin, had some Ensure® Plus, and checked the weather right away. In the mid-to-upper-80s for the rest of the week, so I can handle that. Screw the news. I could spend hours and lots of space detailing all the bald-faced lies and BS put out by the MSM every day. And because they own/run 95% of the major media outlets, there's no way we can refute their blatant bullshit on the same scale that they use to disseminate it, in the first place. It makes my blood boil and my BP climb. They're owned and operated by the commie leftist scum, and all need killing. They're the enemy of America, and they're not only inside the gates, they're now running much of the country.

Instead, I dwell on watching motorsports, mainly F-1, IndyCars and LeMans-style prototype sportscars, to redirect my anger from their lies and hatred of America. I did some garden clean-up, fed most of the perennials and, since we had a monumental rain storm overnight, minimized the watering until later in the week, when things have dried-out a bit.

I slept-in until 9a on Wednesday, had coffee, Ensure® Plus and just wasn't hungry for anything else. After walking over to the CHCA Community Mailbox, I walked around the complex a few times, handled the PSU/Hershey Medical Center's request for my heart info, thanks to Becky, and went back to snoozing on the LR couch, until 9:30p, and then crashed for the night. Wasted day.

Up at 6a on Thursday, I made coffee, had sausage, eggs & toast, and took the PSU/Hershey Medical Center's request to my cardiologist's office at Apple Hill Medical Center, and they promised to get the asked-for documents. First day of Summer, longest day of the year. Stopping at Rite Aid to p/u several Rxs, I also stopped at Rutter's to get some milk, and then home. I got the garbage ready and took it out to the curb.

Tomorrow, June 22nd, is my very special friend, Sherry's 69th Birthday. Although this YT video was made for another by the same name, it also comes from my heart. I wish I was as graphically-talented as this guy is. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHERRY!

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