The attempted Clinton-CIA coup against Donald Trump

[Paul Rigby]

This is the real concern. Like you I'm no supporter of Trump and would gladly see him derailed in any other circumstances. But applauding and backing the Deep State's regime change in the US is so dangerous and throws opens the door for a complete loss of even minimal democracy in the future. The though of having Clinton replacing Trump, or anyone of the other neocon candidates who will willingly act out the desired war with Russia will be a living nightmare.

But I rather fear this is what's going to happen now.

If "the Deep State" desires war with Russia why did they allow Trump to win in the first place?

I can only refer you to the work of the original Cliff Varnell who sagely insisted that the Deep State is a mansion with many rooms, in which dwell some supporters of the Trumper.

Should we send out a search party for the original; or merely content ourselves with arranging a meeting between you?

Honestly, Tooth! You beat me to it again. ::

But apparently you now have been assigned your own "deep state"by his Nibs, and I'm sure I must also have my own "deep state" - and every one of Two Cliff's "deep state's" are now apparently "nuanced" to mean whatever Two Cliff's wants them to mean when asked.

I hate being left out of new exciting trends, so I'm now officially making my "deep state" nuanced too.

In fact, I think it best if I make all my future "statements" nuanced so I can shift, modify or reverse the original emphasis as required.

Yours most sincerely,

"Two David's Orwell Guyatt"
Chief Executive Officer
All Words Are Malleable (AWAM)
C/O The New York Times
Washington Post Building
Langley, Virginia
USA

Founder of Quotation Marks Publishing

I have in my hands, er, an undated clipping from that esteemed organ, The Belfast Gleaner, which charts one possible solution to the Varnell Conundrum of how to handle inconvenient past comments:

The Law Bites

By John Knox

Sir Herbert Tooth has successfully applied for a super-injunction against himself in the court of Ballydrivel. "Everything I wrote in the run-up to President Trumper's election cannot now be accessed or quoted, particularly by myself, on pain of an enormous fine and/or prison," he announced, with evident relief, at the conclusion of a hearing the controversial Tory grandee insisted was nothing less than "a matter of professional life-or-death" for him. "If the Yanks freeze me out, I'm off the goggle box, the wireless and reduced to appearing in the pages of the Daily Torygraph or similarly absurd fringe rags," he pleaded. "It is essential that I ingratiate myself with the new overlords."

Announcing the judgment, his cousin, Lord Justice Oswald Tooth, commented that Sir Herbert had made a thoroughly convincing case that he is, in his own words, "a venal, idle and unprincipled shit" who had received large amounts of money from the British media for "hackneyed old Clintonista rope" almost all of which had been written by ghosts, many of whom were under the influence of drugs, glue, or, even worse, the DNC, at the time of composition.

Sir Herbert argued that had been led in to temptation by sinister anti-democratic forces who had ruthlessly exploited his well-known weaknesses: "Senior reptiles, all of them from impeccably neo-conservative institutions such as the BBC, The Grauniad, and The New Statesman would get on the blower, inform me that some twelve year-old member of Team Podesta had banged out another epistle to their European colonies, and dangle easy money before me. Put your name to this latest establishment farrago,' was the standard pitch, and there's a data packet of readies winging its way to the Cayman account.'" Sir Herbert wept openly in court as he admitted, "I was putty in the hands of these experienced presstitutes." Lord Justice Cottager of Kincora, sitting with Lord Oswald, laughed audibly in response, insisted Sir Herbert drop the large onion he sought to conceal in his outsized handkerchief, and pointed out that Sir Herbert had played a rather more active role than he would have the court believe.

"You sought to conceal your true role through the unconventional application of large quantities of Domestos," Cottager went on, "in a desperate, half-baked and likely alcohol-fuelled attempt to purge your hard drive of relevant evidence, but you fool no one: you did not merely put an inebriated signature to the tenth-rate propaganda you received, as you would have this court believe, you were, rather, paid to spice up a succession of rather dreary American texts with as a many insults, libels and smears as you could get past the reptiles' legal people. It is clear that your true role was both active and tawdry in the extreme. I nevertheless find for you in this matter, on the ground that you are one of us." A visibly relieved Sir Herbert eagerly agreed and vowed to reform, though not necessarily in this lifetime.

Sir Herbert urged readers of Wayback-type cache sites to make the following substitutions:

1) For "slavering serial rapist" read "hard-driving ladies man"
2) For "bouffanted buffoon" read "leonine maned"
3) For "tax-dodging fraudster" read "prudent international businessman"
4) For "vain lunatic" read "disinterested maverick"
5) For "agent of the Kremlin" read "geo-political seer firmly within the America First tradition"
6) For "sinister hooded klavern" read "the new cabinet"
7) For "sordid porn star" read "fragrant first lady"