Comey Chameleon

Comey, Comey, Comey Chameleon

Boy George would be proud because if there is anyone who blends into his surroundings it is “Something” Comey. What’s his first name anyway? It doesn’t matter; I’ll just have to ask one of his friends. Wait, he doesn’t have any friends. He sits alone at the tea party in his smart tea party dress (not that there’s anything wrong with that), at least that’s what it says in this memo I wrote about it, so it has to be true. After all, I wrote it in a memo.

That makes it fact.

When does it end? When will the Democrats accept the fact that they lost the 2016 presidential election? It’s too late for Hillary; I know that. She’s like Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard, a million years old but still convinced that she remains the star and the focus of everything. Those aren’t wrinkles; it’s just a bad mirror. The only difference is she’ll never be ready for her close-up.

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