Explosive Tweet on Clinton Dirt Meeting Exposes Trump, Don Jr. Jeopardy

IT WAS paramount in the Russia meeting to get Clinton dirt.

Don, Jr. felt invincible, it seems. Untouchable.

Crimes didn’t matter. Clinton dirt from Russians was the goal.

Tangled in lies, there is no way out.

From the New York Times

Numerous White House aides and lawyers for the president aggressively denied at the time that the president had been involved in drafting the misleading statement. Jay Sekulow, one of the president’s lawyers, said in 2017 that “the president was not involved in the drafting of that statement.” Sarah Huckabee Sanders, the current press secretary, insisted that the president “certainly didn’t dictate” the statement.

… On Sunday, Mr. Sekulow admitted that his earlier statement had been erroneous, saying on ABC News’s “This Week” that “I had bad information at that time and made a mistake in my statement.”

In the interview, Mr. Sekulow said that it was not clear what laws the president’s son and the other campaign officials at the Trump Tower meeting might have violated when they met with the Kremlin-connected lawyer.

Don’t pay attention to the panic.

“He just can’t help himself.” [Axios]

The accidental White House occupant is definitely not worried about Don, Jr.’s legal liability.

Like father, like son, except the latter is dumb enough to believe his father can protect him.

August 5, 1974, was the day the Nixon Presidency ended. On that day, Nixon heeded a Supreme Court ruling and released the so-called smoking-gun tape, a recording of a meeting, held two years earlier, with his chief of staff, H. R. Haldeman. Many of Nixon’s most damaging statements came in the form of short, monosyllabic answers and near-grunts—“um huh,” the official transcript reads, at one point—as he responds to Haldeman’s idea of asking the C.I.A. to tell the F.B.I. to “stay the hell out of” the Watergate investigation. The coverup is clearly of Haldeman’s design. Nixon’s words are simple: “All right. Fine.” Then, “Right, fine.” [The New Yorker]