Aardvark has some modest Photoshopping skills, but he did not employ them to create the above image—which, ladies and germs, is the real McCoy, conveniently located right next to the checkout at Ye Olde Piggly Wiggly.
Trump’s asshole buddy over at the National Enquirer is still covering his man with multiple layers of whitewash, for the benefit of the simpletons who buy his rag.
But they’re throwing Michael Cohen under the Greyhound.
And backing up to run over him a few more times.
Secrets and lies, indeed.
Michael, I think it’s time to come clean.
‘Cause confession is good for the soul.
And ‘cause I’m sorry to tell you, but there ain’t gonna be no pardon.