If only Sherlock Holmes were here. Think of it, friends, Holmes and Watson dealt with many a tortured soul, beset by dreadful odds and unjust circumstances, driven to their wits ends by the heinous and unfathomable. But none were in worst straits than poor Donald Trump, who simply knows that somewhere in Georgia, buried in the red clay, or under Scarlett O’Hara’s skirts, some damn place, is the answer to his torment — the truth about the crime that robbed him of what was rightfully his — and that nobody else can find the remotest clue of. And this is after counting the ballots three times.
…The consent decree signed by the “Secretary”, with the consent of Kemp, is perhaps even more poorly negotiated than the deal that John Kerry made with Iran. Now it turns out that Brad R’s brother works for China, and they definitely don’t want “Trump”. So disgusting! #MAGA
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) December 30, 2020
BTW – GA SOS Brad Raffensperger does NOT have a brother. We are ALL so f***ed. SLEEP WELL!
— Brent O (@OnlineDetective) December 30, 2020
I’m glad that this guy brought up the nuclear football because I’m tired of being the killjoy who always does. And apparently the search for Brad Raffensperger’s brother, who only exists as a fictional character in Trump’s mind, continues. You see why we need Sherlock Holmes?
His mother's obituary (sorry to even have to post it in response) mentions five children. Neil is a sister. I can find no other record of Quentin, other than a FB page in Canada. I will have to ask the Sec of State. But he does not have a brother Ron. pic.twitter.com/tH3thbdxVr
— Brendan Keefe (@BrendanKeefe) December 30, 2020
The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Lose Brad Raffensperger does not have a brother. https://t.co/bVOlAY94ZQ
— Vera – Biden&Harris Will Make America Great Again (@prayerfeathers) December 30, 2020
Here’s the source of Trump’s latest CT.
Actually, from everything I've researched, your statement is incorrect. Even the link to the "story" claiming they were brothers now leads to a page with it removed. pic.twitter.com/j1I4iuH4Io
— Jodie Andrefski ♡ |wear a mask| ♡ (@JodieAndrefski) December 30, 2020
You know what maybe we should do? You know how when the ball drops at Times Square at midnight on New Year’s Eve they do the big countdown? Let’s do a countdown to the minute when Trump is out of office. Noon on January 20. And we can all chant and do the countdown, nine, eight, seven, and then scream in unison, “You’re fired!” I don’t care if it’s cliche, it will be satisfying.