Donnie Boy, how is that courtroom, you say it’s a lil' chilly, I heard you the other day talk about , "IT'S AN ICE BOX," yeaaaah well, it ain’t Palm Beach buddy, it ain’t those crystal blue waters your used to or the glitzy confines of Mar-a-Lago where you can blast good ole Frankie Sinatra in the DJ booth and kibitz with all those plastic fuck-offs that eat rubber chicken, and continue to play a symphony of "IT’S ALL BIDEN’s FAULT."

The Pirates in the Straight of fucking Hormuz, that’s smoking Joe’s fault, the gas prices, the oil drilling, the wars, the inflation, the taxes, the fucking hemorrhoids up your ass, ALL BIDEN’s FAULT!

I really get it I really do buddy, but it seems like you are using this whole Al Capone bit to your advantage.

I gotta be honest, when I started this Trump Mafia exercise almost four years ago, my instincts were telling me that you were most likely gonna end up with an orange fucking jumpsuit to match that tan, and that wonderful wispy comb over that makes the ladies go yeahhhhh, but I also thought it would just a tad more like a John Le Carré novel, then lets say James Patterson not that there is anything wrong with a Patterson novel, it's just Le Carré — he really nailed global intrigue, and characters that would inhabit the nexus of global crimes, and let's be clear, The Trump Russia stuff was way cooler, way more Michael Mann than Dick Wolff, but yet here we are...