Oh dear.

Not only was there never an audit by the IRS while Trump was running for president, it’s even worse than that.

There is a mandatory audit of the president and vice president.  And there was none done and nobody seems to know why.

A key takeaway from Democrats is that the IRS mandatory presidential audit of Trump taxes was not followed. They said the IRS began the audit once Chairman Neal inquired in April 2019 about Trump’s returns. The audits of the requested returns were never completed.

Ho boy, I have some questions for Steven Mnuchin.

How come enemies of Trump, and off the top of my head I think of James Comey and Andrew McCabe, get audited but Trump never did? How’s that happen, Mnuchin? Dude, this stinks like fried gym socks.

They say they will put his returns online. This ought to be interesting.

You know those teevee commercials where somebody gets a fancy-pants car for Christmas and there’s a ridiculously large bow on top?

Yeah, I got one this year. Except better. No car, but a grand scale olympic size breathtakingly delightful girl fight.

Just in time for a major freeze in my town where we will be all be locked inside for a few days because none of us own a coat, I got an early present that I am already playing with. Think Wordle with diamonds, chocolate, and working electric grid all at once.

I swear to you that Majorie Taylor Greene and Lauren Boebert are gonna smack each other before this is over.

Ya throw two thunder-nazis in the ring of public attention and by gawd, there’s gonna all manner of tough totally chucklesome stuff.

And, to make it even more fun, they are fighting over Kevin McCarthy.  Honey, you gotta be scraping the bottom of the closing time barrel at the local honky tonk to be fighting over Kevin McCarthy.  There’s probably three women in all of America who would even have that man, much less fight over him, and as luck would have it, two of them are serving in Congress. One of them believes in Jewish space lasers and the other one believes in Donald Trump.

Thank you, Santa, for bringing me a grin.

Like you, I am sitting spellbound watching history being made by the January 6 Committee.

I have faith that truth will abide.

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The lovely Mr. Musk is outraged, outraged I tell you, that someone posted the coordinates of his jet airplane on Twitter.

Yeah, that’s public information – for a galldamn reason.

However, I am certain that a movie named “Assassination Coordinates” in on the way to Netflix and I thank the lovely Mr. Musk for that.

He’s a snowflake in the hands of a Karen.

Trump’s storage turns out to be the pantry of sticky fingers privilege.  Aside from classified documents, TFG had enough prizes to start his own upscale version of The Price is Right game show.

A person familiar with the matter said the storage unit had a mix of boxes, gifts, suits and clothes, among other things. “It was suits and swords and wrestling belts and all sorts of things,” this person said.

Congressional investigators are looking for dozens of pricey mementos gifted to former president Donald Trump and his family members by foreign governments, according to three people familiar with the matter.

The sprawling request sent to the Archives also includes an antique framed signed photo of Queen Elizabeth II; a marble slab commemorating the opening of the U.S. Embassy in Jerusalem; dresses from Oman; a bust of Mahatma Gandhi; an Afghan rug; a crystal ball; and various pieces of jewelry including diamond and gold earrings, according to the person familiar with the request.

Personally, I don’t think the crystal ball is worth crap or TFG would know he’s in for some trouble.

Pictured above here’s the Saudi King and a necklace worth like, I dunno, but probably worth more than Trump could afford to buy.

In fact, during Trump’s visit, the White House accepted at least 83 separate gifts from Saudi Arabia, according to a document The Daily Beast has obtained via a Freedom of Information Act request to the State Department. Note: follow that Daily Beast link to see the whole list of stuff TFG rode off into the sunset with. I think he may have used all that stuff to decorate the body of whoever posed for his Superman trading card – See El Jefe below.

The gifts range from the regal (“Artwork featuring picture of President Trump”) to the martial (multiple swords, daggers, leather ammo holders and holsters), to the baroque (tiger and cheetah fur robes, and a dagger made of pure silver with a mother of pearl sheath).

Here’s the rules about presidents accepting gift from foreign countries:  A tangible gift of more than minimal value accepted for reasons of protocol or courtesy may not be kept as a personal gift, however, but is considered accepted on behalf of and property of the United States, and in the case of such a gift for the President or the President’s family, is handled by the National Archives and Records Administration.

Theft of federal government property is a felony subject to a prison sentence of up to ten years.

Maggie Haggerman is reporting today TFG’s next grift.  He’s now selling “digital trading cards” of, you guessed it, himself.  Just as one grift stops working, he comes up with another, and this one is hilarious.  TFG was (is) the worst physically conditioned president since William Howard Taft, who weighed in at a whopping 332 lbs.  He’s well known for being unable to walk any distances and famously rode in a golf cart during the G7 meeting in Sicily in 2017 rather than walking through the town with other world leaders.  His physical presence looks like a soup sandwich.  Hilariously, his first “trading card” is his head spliced onto Superman’s body.  I actually burst out laughing at the idiotic image, but I’m sure his sycophantic base is lapping it up.  At the risk of offending, here’s the image, complete with his, “buy it now because it’s selling fast!” sales pitch.

We are living is some strange times.