We’re reaching the point in the Epstien saga where the village idiot is staring to lose track of his lies. That’s understandable. There are so many lies. Day in and day out Donald layers lies on top of one another. A sane, rational person couldn’t possibly keep track of them. For an incurious, lazy, mentally unstable person like Trump, it’s all but impossible.
When you can’t keep track of your bullshit, what’s the best bet? Just make stuff up, off the cuff. Throw caution to the wind. Say, ‘“fuck it!” Lie with reckless abandon. Who care’s if today’s lie jives with yesterday’s, or even if it makes any sense.
Sure, today’s lie wasn’t a blockbuster. It wasn’t ever a whopper. For a non-stop liar like Donald Trump it was actually rather unimpressive.
When asked about the birthday letter that he sent to Jeffery Epstein, he just blamed it on someone else. He didn’t blame it on anyone in particular. This time it wasn’t “Crooked Hillary’s” fault. “Sleepy Autopen Biden” didn’t do it. Even Barack “Hussein” Obama escaped responsibility. It’s wasn’t either of the “very low’IQ” Congresswomen of color whom he hates (AOC and Jasmine Crockett). It wasn’t “pencil neck” Adam “Shifty” Schiff.
It was just someone. Anyone. Just some person, some imposter, who wanted to send Epstein a letter and sign Donald’s name. Sure. Why not Donald? Let’s go with that.
