What happens when a tough-talking coward is confronted by two truly tough guys?
He takes off for Mar A Largo and hides out among his golf-playing toadies who, like him, know the price of everything and the value of nothing, Oscar Wilde’s definition of a cynic, although that’s a little too high-brow for Trump and these bozos and bozettes. Still, it fits.
Trump has two quietly tough guys on his ass now: Robert Mueller and Michael Avenatti, although Avenatti isn’t as quiet as Mueller, who makes the sphinx look like a talk show host. He’s skippering a leak-proof destroyer while Trump is at the helm of a barely-floating sieve.
Trump is supposed to be a mean-ass counter-puncher, but Michael Avenatti has put him in such short pants that you can see the undies that Stormy Daniels whacked with his own sleazy magazine.
Ironically, Avenatti, like Trump, went to Penn, only he must have been paying attention when they got around to how to shut down a bully and a fool. He has Trump so far back on his heels that he has retreated to a cloudy cone of silence when it comes to anything even vaguely relating to Stormy Daniels. The tweeter-in-chief has broken thumbs and Avenattiis twisting them all over the media, social and otherwise.
This dude drives in long-distance, 12-hour road races, and he’s showing the world that Trump is in a kitty car. And Avenatti’s really digging it. He has the look of an easy winner when he says that he’s playing three-dimensional chess while Trump and his limping lawyers are playing tic-tac-toe – poorly. He professes amazement that they are so easily led into the legal traps that he’s set, but you get the feeling that he knew from jump that it was no contest.
Where’s all the vaunted Trump counter-punching? He can’t even answer the bell and it’s only round one, according to Avenatti.
Mueller just keeps coming, like Joe Louis, silent and deadly. He is that rare combination of a tough guy and a gentleman that has a punk like Donald Trump on the verge of the worst thing he could possibly do, which is to try to fire Robert Mueller. Even some of the spineless Republican senators are saying that would be the true beginning of the end.
Or, now that Trump has nobody to hold him back, he might go the other way and actually agree to testify before Mueller. Whooeee! That would be a form of political suicide in which Donald J. Trump digs his grave with his own big, lying mouth.
Michael Avenatti is a rock and Robert Mueller is a hard place. Or the other way around. It doesn’t matter because both are truly tough guys and Donald J. Trump is a bully and a coward and he is caught between them and they will crush him like the rotten egg that he is.
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