Q: What former high-ranking White House official has now become
totally irrelevant to anything happening currently on Planet Earth?
Q: Who played “hard to get”, far too long, with the American
reading public?
Q: Who, during a time of dire constitutional crisis, proved
himself to be a shameless, brazen, expedient huckster?
Q: Whose, as of yet unpublished book, will join Rod McKuen’s, Listen to the Warm, James
Frey’s, A Million Little Pieces, and Donald Trump’s, The Art of the
Deal, as totally useless, boring pieces of literary shit?
If you answered Sean Spicer, Anthony Scaramucci or Boris
Epstein, you would be close, but no enchilada.
The correct answer is: JOHN BOLTON
Bolton claims parts of his upcoming book, The Room Where It
Happened: A White House Memoir, that are being leaked to the press, will
reveal that Congress was guilty of impeachment incompetence, by focusing
exclusively on the Ukraine Quid Pro Quo scandal, and not the other countless
other similar foreign policy misdeeds of the Trump administration.
First question every reporter (and American citizen) should ask
John Bolton is:
“Why the fuck didn’t you speak up when it mattered?”
Johnny, you need to pull your fat, self-important head out of
your ass and look around. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of a
global pandemic, on the verge of another Great Depression and millions of
American citizens are protesting the senseless, racially motivated murder of
too many of our fellow Black American citizens by White Cops.
At this point, do you seriously think anyone is interested in
reading your pretentiously titled book? “The Room Where It Should Have Happened”
was that big room on the floor of Congress during the impeachment hearings.
Your testimony could have proved valuable in convicting and removing the
Incredible Presidential Hoax, Donald J. Trump.
But you chose the promise of pesos over patriotism and now you
will pay the price. We know where your book, The Room Where It Happened: A
White House memoir, is going to end up, the bathroom. Your book, your legacy,
and that annoying walrus moustache of yours, will get flushed down the toilet
of history and wind up in the stinking sewer of anonymity.
Goo goo g’joob!
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