Since Spicer can’t account for it, here’s one : they were lying
These folks backpedal faster than a bunch of unicycling clowns escaping a tent fire.
The only way this story maintains any traction is if someone leaks something real big…DoJ, FBI, IRS etc. Otherwise it withers away.
Welcome to one-party system America.
Useless piece of shit
Why even bother
Lies defending lies
A universe about to collapse upon itself like a black hole of prevarication, equivocation and falsehood
Here’s an account: You cannot repair/explain the lies of your pathologically lying boss without lying yourself.
Very appropriate that so close to Mother’s Day, the White House should finally decide to go with “BECAUSE I SAID SO!”
And he admittedly fired Comey specifically to shut down the Russia collusion investigation. Spicey care to address that little bit of obstruction of an investigation?
So all the WH folks who pointed to the Rosenstein memo, including VP Pence, were they lying or misinformed?
Fuck this guy.
Good Little Storm Troopers do not question Hair Fuehrer.
They hail him (on demand, frequently.)
Well, and you can add Maggie Haberman to that list as far as I’m concerned.
Victimized? Hell, he’s the star of SNL, and Liars Anonymous meetings! He should be thrilled…
Day by day and almost minute by minute the past was brought up to date. In this way every prediction made by the Party could be shown by documentary evidence to have been correct, nor was any item of news, or any expression of opinion, which conflicted with the needs of the moment, ever allowed to remain on record. All history was a palimpsest, scraped clean and reinscribed exactly as often as was necessary. In no case would it have been possible, once the deed was done, to prove that any falsification had taken place.
But actually, he thought as he re-adjusted the Ministry of Plenty’s figures, it was not even forgery. It was merely the substitution of one piece of nonsense for another. Most of the material that you were dealing with had no connexion with anything in the real world, not even the kind of connexion that is contained in a direct lie. Statistics were just as much a fantasy in their original version as in their rectified version. A great deal of the time you were expected to make them up out of your head. For example, the Ministry of Plenty’s forecast had estimated the output of boots for the quarter at one-hundred-and-forty-five million pairs. The actual output was given as sixty-two millions. Winston, however, in rewriting the forecast, marked the figure down to fifty-seven millions, so as to allow for the usual claim that the quota had been overfulfilled. In any case, sixty-two millions was no nearer the truth than fifty-seven millions, or than one-hundred-and-forty-five millions. Very likely no boots had been produced at all. Likelier still, nobody knew how many had been produced, much less cared. All one knew was that every quarter astronomical numbers of boots were produced on paper, while perhaps half the population of Oceania went barefoot. And so it was with every class of recorded fact, great or small. Everything faded away into a shadow-world in which, finally, even the date of the year had become uncertain.
And the Ministry had not only to supply the multifarious needs of the party, but also to repeat the whole operation at a lower level for the benefit of the proletariat. There was a whole chain of separate departments dealing with proletarian literature, music, drama, and entertainment generally. Here were produced rubbishy newspapers containing almost nothing except sport, crime and astrology, sensational five-cent novelettes, films oozing with sex, and sentimental songs which were composed entirely by mechanical means on a special kind of kaleidoscope known as a versificator. There was even a whole sub-section – Pornosec, it was called in Newspeak – engaged in producing the lowest kind of pornography, which was sent out in sealed packets and which no Party member, other than those who worked on it, was permitted to look at.
OK Spicey…we got it…it’s ALWAYS the President’s decision…now…WHY WERE YOU HIDING IN THE BUSHES???
“It’s always the President’s decision. That’s it, final,”
I see. Reality is whatever the President says it is.
God what a huge stinking ball of sh*t this all is.
I almost feel sorry for SPICEMAN…no man can keep up with the TRUMPf lies;,… another decent man dragged into slime with TRUMPf.
but why were you in the bushes?