I wanna talk to you about Dallas Republican Congressfool Pete Sessions this morning.  We call him Pistol Pete because he’s always shooting off his mouth.

Pete’s wife of 28 years finally had it with him.  After putting up with his strip club, skirt chasing ways, she filed for divorce one month after Pete sent this love letter to Allen Stanford.

Just hours after federal agents charged banker Allen Stanford with fleecing investors of $7 billion, the disgraced financier received a message from one of Congress’ most powerful members, Pete Sessions.

“I love you and believe in you,’’ said the e-mail sent on Feb. 17. “If you want my ear/voice — e-mail,’’ it said, signed “Pete.’’

Stanford is serving a 110 year prison sentence.

Upon his divorce, Pete almost immediately married a failed Republican congressional candidate in Florida.  Karen Sessions is 12 years Pete’s junior.

Okay, that’s the juicy stuff, but not all of it.  In today’s Washington Post, you will discover that Donald Trump – who Pete loves almost as much as he loves Allen Stanford – is removing civil service employees and replacing them with his unqualified political friends at an agency that is supposed to oversee foreign aid.

Another appointee is Karen Sessions, a former Verizon Communications executive and municipal official in Winter Park, Fla., who made an unsuccessful run for Congress as a Republican in 2010. In 2012, she married Rep. Pete Sessions (R-Tex.), a Trump supporter. She is vice president of congressional and public affairs.

I love that last line.  Take out the word “and” and there you have enough to keep woman plenty busy.

The financial disclosure form Sessions filed in May says his wife is employed by Sessions Enterprises, LLC (page 13).

The only thing worse than a pig feeding at the public trough is a pig hiding the fact that he is feeding at the public trough.

Thanks to Alfredo over at the dairy Queen for the heads up.

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Hey, take a look at how great you are!  We only have 10 counties left and we are only 9 donors away from having 100 donors.  That’s something grand.  Glen says to tell you that he’s starting to put his clothes back on for the dance.

Enjoy your weekend!

Okay, so Jim Jordan is still running for Speaker of the House despite outcries from members of the Ohio State Wrestling team.

Jordan was formerly the chairman of the conservative Freedom Caucus. In his letter, he advocated for the repeal of Obamacare, welfare reform, and increased border security. Jordan was formerly an assistant wrestling coach at Ohio State University, where allegations of sexual abuse by a team doctor have come to light. Several former OSU athletes said Jordan knew about the abuse and did nothing.

Hummmm ….

Do they not remember the very conservative Dennis Hastert who was hand-picked by Tom DeLay to become speaker of the house?  He was also a wrestling coach.

Ya know, it seems to me that Republicans have enough sex scandals right now.  I cannot image why they are rallying around more.

So, and I know this will come as a surprise, Trump has decided the best way to counter his own damn voice on a recording is to call Michael Cohen a weakling and a traitor.  Yep, that old name calling defense.

Wait, wait.  He’s Trump’s lawyer. Trump picked him. That alone makes Cohen one of “the best people.”

In other news, Slate wrote that Trump’s ratings are “in the toilet.”

Okay, so here’s my question?  What metaphor do we have to come up with next week when he does something even worse?  Maybe like … if a toilet had a personal toilet of its own, that’s where Trump’s popularity would be?

I’m voting for “a snake’s belly in a wagon rut.”

Disgraced and Scandalized Texas Congressman Blake Farenthold is on the loose, Honey.

I’m not saying that I will post pictures of him every day on here until we meet our goal for Ballot By Mail Applications, but I am saying that if begging doesn’t work, I am not above threatening.

Check out our friends at Twitter:

Farenthold, I want my $84,000 back, dammit.

Thanks to TaTa for the heads up.

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