I Don’t Care How Many ‘Secret’ Documents Wind Up at Mar-a-Lago.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t like Trump. In fact, I can’t stand him. He’s a whiner and a shitass, and I will never forgive Hillary Clinton for running the worst, Presidential campaign of all time which let this playground bully sit behind the Resolute desk for four years.

That being said, if the government wants to kick the shitass in his ass, at he very least they should do it because of something he did that was really either illegal or an abuse of authority, or both. But to string him up for swiping some so-called secret documents and loading them on Air Force One for the last trip he made at taxpayer expense is, as far as I’m concerned, what Grandpa would call ‘erois geforven gelt’ (read: a waste of money.)

As far as I’m concerned, all this talk about government ‘secrets’ or ‘classified’ files is nothing more than what my mother-in-law would call ‘hai cock und a bubba,’ (read: bullshit.) And the reason it’s hai cock is because all these so-called ‘classified’ documents are just some pieces of paper which some G-15 clerk stamped ‘Top Secret’ because he stamps everything ‘Top Secret.’ Good for him.

I had a good friend, now deceased, who was a Special Agent for the FBI. He was considered one of the agency’s most knowledgeable people about homicide, and he frequently consulted with law…