He's gone. Thank the heavens the rat bastard is gone.
Eight long and terrible years have come to an end.
Ol’ Dick hurt his back lifting boxes, yah right, boxes of cash most likely.
Or in attempting to get out of DC with his email intact, stuffed his hard drive in the only place left he considered safe.
I can picture Christopher Walken talking to a Cheeny grandchild saying, “This hard drive is your birth-right Junior and your grand-dad wasn’t going to let some pinko-liberal prosecutor get his stinkin’ hands on it. So.., your grand-dad Dick stuck it in the only place he knew they wouldn’t search, up his...”
So good riddance to the lot of them, for while I’ll continue to gnaw on their bones, I won’t miss them.