It seems that it is not so much where we start today - as it is where we might end. Additionally, it also appears that there is no dearth of topics from which to choose. This seems so much like a scene from the Godfather; the crime family, the operation, the corruption, the dirty deeds, the cops, the muscle, omerta.
Manafort is still in jail and it appears that he will stay there a spell (unless he decides that life without parole can be avoided by simply taking the Cohen approach and implicating his boss). More accurately, he is looking at 65 years, or with good behavior, maybe 12 -15. He will be 70 in April, meaning that even if he rehabs by the book he won’t be able to got to Disneyland again until he is 82. Not the coolest age to be riding the Matterhorn. My prediction: He will sing. He will tell the truth, further implicate the candidate, cut a deal and buy a one-way to the Magic Kingdom where he will enjoy the ride like a innocent adolescent. Ah, freedom!
Cohen, otoh, has already cut his deal and ratted out the King Rat. He scurried off the sinking ship fully intending to save his soul, those of his family and, oddly enough according to his mouthpiece, Lanny Davis, his country. Right, since when do Republicans put country over party? Answer: When facing 8 felony counts of tax evasion, fraud, conspiracy and money laundering. What does Cohen know? Answer: Everything. Interestingly enough his attorney suggests that he knows SO much and is SO willing to talk that he will provide the smoking gun BECAUSE IT IS THE RIGHT THING TO DO. I ask you again, what smells fishy here? Since when does a seedy scumbag mafia street soldier suddenly decide that he loves his country SO much that he will rat out his former client, friend and, until yesterday, the most powerful capo de capo, crime family don, on the planet? PARDON ME?
We are a long way from the finish line folks, there will be subplots, revelations, back-room deals, more indictments, broken kneecaps, media spins, boat-loads of desperate lies and an obligatory wrapped fish or two.
Interior. Day.
Two politicians sit in a dark, wood paneled back room of a Capitol Hill restaurant. From our vantage point it appears to be Mitch Turtleface McConnell and Paul Jellyfish Ryan. Close up of McConnell as his lunch arrives. Close up of Ryan as another waiter hurries a plate to the table.
McConnell (to waiter)
Why is my lunch wrapped in brown paper?
Ryan
Mine too, what is this?
McConnell
I ordered a tuna sandwich.
Ryan
I ordered salmon.
Waiter
With all due respect to Francis Ford Coppola, Don Vito Corleone, Mario Puzo, Nino Rota, DiNero, Pacino, Caan and the great Lenny Montana, you know there is gong to be a PART IV.
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