I hope SCROTUS (So-called Ruler of the United States) is brushing up on his Russian and going to the Mall for his new "Sunday-go-to-meeting" clothes because his honey is coming to visit.
Seriously though, Putin is meeting with Trump. Who, in any world or Universe, would think this scenario has a snowball's chance in hell of ending in any manner but not good?
Putin has been SCROTUS secret (maybe not so much) crush for awhile. We really don't know how long because Donnie claims the two have barely exchanged words while the many press accounts document endless comments, meeting & business dealings between the Orange Trumpkin and Russia/Putin. Putin, for the most part, has remained demur and rather quiet about the whole "affair."
The intertwining of the relationship between the two is so vague, yet so publicly alluded to, that there has been commissions & councils created to try and find out the real scoop about their relationship. The councils are still council-ling and the commissions are still commission-ing, verdict and fate still undetermined.
Another question is how is the Orange RWNJ (RightWingNutJob) going to handle access for the press, especially with a leader so revered by SCROTUS and so notoriously despised by not only the Republican party but, the country as a whole? Is he going to appease the nay-sayers and prove beyond all doubt there is no collusion of any kind? Or will he simply add fuel to the fire and hold most of the "intimate" meetings behind closed doors and away from America's ears?
But, an almost bigger unknown is what is going to happen when they finally meet, again, face-to-face *blush*?
We all remember the success and public love the Idiot received on his last (1st) foreign visit (Donnie doesn't like to sleep in strange beds, has some germ aversion and just generally is a bitch to travel with) to the ME (yes both of them) & Brussels. Good times. SCROTUS sure showed us what "presidential" meant, to an orange, delusional Martian maybe. He elbowed a man, insulted a woman, kissed Saudi Arabian ass (almost literally), rode in a golf cart instead of walking and pissed off every world leader he could remember the name of, and some he couldn't pronounce. It sucked.
So now comes Round 2. Fuckery. All Vlad has to say is something along the lines of, "I admire you bigly brain contained in your good-haired Orange head," and Trump will be a puddle of love and adoration ripe for the picking.
Goodbye resolve. Goodbye, common sense. Goodbye State secrets. Goodbye nuclear codes. Goodbye strategic military planning. Goodbye America.
There is no way Trump will be able to resist those puppy-dog eyes, lingering looks, and a hand-shake that last just a sec too long. You know what I mean? Trump is in lust. This will not end well.
Any chance that America's concerns about what we have been hearing from SCROTUS himself with the backing of a deluge of press releases (a lot from the Trump Corp itself) will be assuaged and laid to rest are nil to none.
Trump won't take the advice from seasoned Repubs and try and at least appear to be removed from the TrumpRussia suspicions. If anything, after he quits melting and composes his hair, he will begin to blither all over himself in a "bigly manner, the likes of which have never been seen before."
Vlad will see him for the idiot and fool which he is, and reports out of Russia will confirm this. SCROTUS will see it as a "very productive and satisfying meeting of which he can't comment on further as it would compromise National Security (I won't even touch the "satisfying" part)."
Funny thing is, we'll have no more National Security after that meeting because our American souls will have been sold to the Russian Satan.
Trump is clueless to how viciously precise the former KGB leader of Russia is when "negotiating." The Orange embarrassment doesn't realize he's just a tool. He's just a means to an end for Vlad who relishes nothing more than the day he can compromise the US in such a way that we may never fully recover.
Sad.
