There were NO meetings—ever–honest—cross my heart—with the Russians.  Oh yeah, there was that one meeting with some lawyer about adoptions.  Oh—and I invited Jared and Manafort.  I almost forgot—it was a Russian government attorney who promised dirt on Hillary dug up by a government effort to help elect Donald Trump.  But Jared left early, it only lasted 20 minutes, it was a “nothing burger”.  That’s everything, EVERYTHING—honest.  Holy mackerel, I just realized that another Russian was there, someone who had vague connections with Russian intelligence.  But he didn’t say anything.  Wow, I must have early Alzheimer’s—there was this other Russian guy, some representative of the guys we worked with in Moscow on a Trump Tower.  But that’s everything, EVERYTHING!

Any meetings or calls before this meeting?  Any information obtained at the meeting (did you forget the envelope left by the attorney)?  Any explicit or implicit quid pro quo?  Any follow-up calls, meetings, actions?  Did you ever tell the President anything about any of this?  No, no, no—of course not!  How can you ever ask these questions?  Don’t you believe us?

My son is a quality person—and always  transparent  (you can see right through him).  Anyone would have taken that meeting.  And besides, nothing happened.  (Sean: tell them that adoption story again.)

And, if you want to learn more about the tree from which the apple fell so closely to Jr., you must get the July 13 issue of the New Republic.  There you will find Craig Unger’s “Trump’s Russian Laundromat: How to use Trump Tower and other luxury high-rises to clean dirty money, run an international crime syndicate, and propel a failed real estate developer into the White House.”

The very definition of “thuggery”.

Bob Filner, author of Trumping Trump

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