Get Rid of the Anti-Trump Slime

Here is the phone number for the Capitol Building:

202-225-3121

You can call anyone in the House or Senate.

I called today and left this message for both Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan:

You must tell all anti-Trump Liberal Democrats and all anti-Trump “Republicans” the following:

Their vile hatred is the reason Steve Scalise is in critical condition.  His blood – and there was a lot of his blood – is and always will be on your hands.

There will be no more investigations just because the Left wants them.

You, Congress, will work to get rid of Mueller.  You will DRIVE HIM OUT!  If you cannot accomplish this yourselves, you will find out who can, and you will work with them to get this done.

You will inform the vile vicious animals that they will be charged with Sedition and Obstruction for trying to bring down the President and the Government of the United States.

***************************************************************************************

If you, my readers, agree that any anti-Trump actiivies such as those occurring from any quarter of the United States (Washington Post, NY Times, Kathy Griffen, Madonna, Chuck Schumer, Maxine Waters, the news media on TV; you know who they are), must be stopped, call the above number and tell them what I told them.

Please help me.  The viciousness of the Left will cause the death of many people.  Their killers believe and are inspired by the slime that Trump attackers print, and the sleaze that oozes out of their mouths.

I Live in Darkness

I live under a bus.  It’s dark and damp, and filthy here.  There are huge rats that live with me.  I try to crawl out from under the bus to see the sun.  I never make it out.  The vile rats sink their teeth into my feet and legs, and drag me back.  My blood mixes with the dank, stinking earth.

Four spirits are always with me.  They constantly remind me of why I am here, and why I cannot escape.

There’s no hope for me.  I’ll never see the sunshine again and will die here, in agony and misery.  And hopelessness.

I am Benghazi.