DONARUDO
WEEK 110 / 337 Beleaguered
Vol. 2 ·  Chapter 11 The Special Counsel · Jul 18 – Jul 24, 2017
Manga panel 1 of 5, Week 110 “Beleaguered”: Seven years of promises to repeal the healthcare law crack apart on the senate floor, and the king says: then let it fail.
JULY 18. TWO MORE SENATORS WALK, AND THE GREAT REPEAL DIES ON THE FLOOR. THE KING'S ANSWER IS TO LET THE SICKNESS SPREAD.
As I have always said, let ObamaCare fail and then come together and do a great healthcare plan. Stay tuned!
Manga panel 2 of 5, Week 110 “Beleaguered”: The king's herald lays down the podium and walks out of the gates with a box, six months of shouted briefings behind him.
Sean Spicer is a wonderful person who took tremendous abuse from the Fake News Media - but his future is bright!
Manga panel 3 of 5, Week 110 “Beleaguered”: In a high-backed chair Donarudo muses aloud on the one power no one disputes — the pardon — and his shadow tries on a crown.
While all agree the U. S. President has the complete power to pardon, why think of that when only crime so far is LEAKS against us.FAKE NEWS
Manga panel 4 of 5, Week 110 “Beleaguered”: The little lawman who was first to kneel now stands alone at the end of the corridor while the king muses on his weakness in public.
So why aren't the Committees and investigators, and of course our beleaguered A.G., looking into Crooked Hillarys crimes & Russia relations?
Manga panel 5 of 5, Week 110 “Beleaguered”: While the king broods on senators who owe him their seats, a grinning money-man saunters into the palace. He will last eleven days.
It's very sad that Republicans, even some that were carried over the line on my back, do very little to protect their President.
THE HERALD IS GONE. IN HIS PLACE, A SMILING MONEY-MAN FROM THE GOLD TOWERS. COUNT HIS DAYS. THERE WILL BE ELEVEN.
TO BE CONTINUED →

This week in the saga

The palace begins to eat itself. The great repeal cracks apart on the senate floor and the king's answer is to let the sickness spread. The herald lays down the podium and walks out with a box. In a high-backed chair the king muses on the one power nobody disputes — the pardon — and his shadow tries on a crown. The little lawman who was first to kneel stands alone at the end of the corridor, publicly named beleaguered. And a smiling money-man from the gold towers saunters in through the door. Count his days. There will be eleven.

Readers' Corner

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