How about them apples? The Wall Street Journal has printed a copy of Trump’s infamous birthday greeting to Epstein while reporting that the Epstein estate has turned over the naughty birthday book to Congress. I guess Rupert Murdoch is pissed.
The birthday greeting has been in circulation awhile, but there was nothing approaching proof that it was real. Trump of course is already continuing to deny it. Even so, it’s probably going to turn into yet another nothing.
But it doesn’t have to.
My suggestion is that everyone print it out and mail to the occupant at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
Better yet, I’d hope someone with some organizing clout would kickstart such a campaign. Don’t stop with Trump, mail a copy to Republican Congress critters. Has to be better than phone calls and emails. Not saying those don’t work, but the campaign itself, organized properly could attract enough attention itself to raise the blood pressure.
Hell, if nothing else it could give the postal service a little revenue boost.
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