Is there anyone who hasn’t talked to the Russians? I’m beginning to think I had a conversation with the Ruskies without realizing it. I love red, the Russian color of beauty, and, of course, the ballet, which the Russians perfected. The greatest American choreographer was the Russian-born, Communist-fleeing George Balanchine, who used to say it was a pleasure to pay taxes to the United States. He must be pirouetting in his grave at the twisted choreography coming out of Washington D.C. these days.
Attorney General Jeff Sessions has recused himself from investigating the Trump Administration’s ties to the Russians, because he himself talked with Russian envoy Sergey Kislyak. Or maybe not. Or maybe he did but he can’t remember what he said. Who remembers conversations? Anyway, it was before he joined Team Trump. Or maybe it happened when the dog ate his homework.
The problem with a lie is that it must be couched. The truth remains unvarnished. If nothing happened, why lie about it?
What is clear is that Lt. Gen. Michael “No Longer In Like” Flynn and Trump minder-in-law Jared Kushner did meet with the Russians in December. Why in God’s name? To discuss the finer points of the Kirov and the Bolshoi?
It’s mind-boggling that the party of Reagan would need to meet with these post-Gorbachevs. No wonder former President Barack Obama said that Reagan would be spinning in his grave.
And speaking of Obama, Trump has unleashed a barrage of tweets accusing his predecessor of wiretapping Trump Tower, which an Obama spokesman has denied.
Talk about an attempt at a feint. But all the fake jabs in the world won’t be able to sweep the Russian connection under the rug.