"Let's Stoke the Violence."

 

     Today's biggest news story is about the documentary footage shot on January 6th featuring professional rat fucker Roger Stone. As former Acting Solicitor General Neal Katyal said on Ari Melber's show, "(W)hen you're planning a coup, it's usually not the best idea to have a camera crew around recording it."

     The video, mostly shot at the Willard Hotel, shows Stone on the phone talking to people as yet unknown expressing frustration and even anger at not being invited to speak at the Ellipse along with indicted co-conspirators like Giuliani and Eastman, admitting he knew Trump lost and that the riot was "childish" and "amateurish".

     Stone had a microphone placed on his shirt and, still, he said incriminating things over the phone that will likely get someone sent to prison and he didn't care. Being the typical shiftless Nazi that he is, he's insisted over and over that he did nothing wrong, which doesn't explain why he immediately appealed to the Trump WH for a preemptive pardon, only to find out he ran out of them.

     As is often the case, when incriminating videos and/or audio comes out, one is left scratching their head trying to decide if the conspirators on these tapes are shrewd political calculators or complete fucking idiots. 

     Stone's career as a professional fucker o' rats goes back to the Nixon days and Watergate. Stone never went to prison for his efforts in Watergate and he hasn't gone to prison or has even been indicted for his role in January 6th. The more charitable of us would refer to Stone as a canny conservative political operative and activist while the rest of us would opt for the far more accurate rat fucker extraordinaire who's about four aces and a dozen picture cards short of a full deck.

     And in these videos Stone seems to be laboring under the burden of a lack of brain cells or burdened by arrogance in committing crimes in broad daylight while thinking he's perfectly justified in fucking the rat at the Willard (while planning on begging Trump for the preemptive pardon he'll never get any more than he got that invitation to speak at the Ellipse, the flashpoint for the mob that sacked the Capitol minutes later).

     Elsewhere in the video, he's shown scrolling through his phone without a care in the world as a TV in the background breaks the news of Ashli Babbitt getting shot. Then, the moment he realizes the coup that he'd helped bring about over the last 24 hours was going to crash and burn, he decides he'd done got all he was gonna get, which was bupkis, and that now would be the time to scuttle out of the Willard, hereafter referred to as the Scene of the Crime.

     The Nazis in the 13th hour of the Second World War, the ones who'd scuttled out of the bunker, couldn't have timed or done it any better.

     And that's what Roger Stone is, an honorary Nazi who'd been one for so long that he's become one, a Sondercommando, or a Jewish trustee, who has freakish gifts for survival that would do the most tenacious Palmetto bug proud.

     He is vermin at the apex of the vermin food chain, a proud "dirty trickster" who instigates chaos and discord then scuttles away from it all when it becomes apparent that the toxic trees he plants won't bear fruit. Oh, and give me a pardon, Mr. President, for everything I did for you.

     But the supreme irony is that Trump gave Stone nothing on that day. He didn't get his 15 minutes at the Ellipse, although that's probably what kept him from getting indicted. He never got that pardon because, as with Giuliani and his failed lawsuits, he proved he wasn't a rainmaker, after all, therefore Trump had no use for him.

     Still, Stone will hide behind the 5th to shield not his de facto boss but himself, that is, if Jack Smith calls him to testify. And the truly ironic thing is, just as Trump had inadvertently kept Stone out of prison, again, by not inviting him to the Ellipse, the videotape of Stone in the twilight of his rat fuckery could prove to be the thing that puts Trump's pumpkin ass in prison.