Merrick Garland, the Department of Justice tovarisch in our present day judicial Potemkin village

Back in the bad old days of Empress Catherine II of Russia, the interior minister was a gent named Grigori Potemkin. And every now and then Catherine would announce to her court that she was going to travel to a particular part of her vast Russian Empire to see what the peasants were up to.

It should be recalled that the peasant had a bit of a rough go of it back then, living in thatched roofed huts, one step above wattle and daub, where the animals, maybe the family cow, a few head of sheep and maybe a few pigs would move inside when the first snowflakes began to fly, and the unpaved roads turned from a bottomless sea of mud to icy wrought iron. The animals would sleep together on the floor of these huts while the family slept on those ubiquitous shelves on the big oven. And at 30 or 40 below zero F, who could blame them. A phrase often used to describe peasant housing of that era was "mean little hovel."

But Potemkin, recognising how he could add a feather to his cap, would determine the exact route of the fabled Tsarina and erect Hollywood set-like mansions, bustling one dimensional towns and little white washed houses along her river route. As Catherine walked the deck of her spacious and copiously appointed barge, where fears of real or imagined pandemics would keep her aboard, she'd spy fanciful freshly painted villages populated by herds of cows not the usual singlets, and a noticeable population of healthy, ever so slightly overweight peasants sporting new boots, all buffed to a high gloss, and clean and pressed tosovorotkas, those brightly embroidered pull-over shirts, and new britches--all far from the heavily patched and often dirty get ups the peasants really donned when they were working in the pig stys, mucking manure out their homes and shoving the cow pulled plows ahead of them.

Thus, right up until Tsar Nicholas II, and beyond to Uncle Joe Stalin, the Man of Steel, later, that same disconnected sense of peasant happiness reigned supreme. Yup, even when Uncle Joe had the White Sea-Baltic Canal constructed with hand tools, even using trowels and spoons, by zekh, or prisoner, labor, it remained too shallow for boats and barges and eventually became a park. But for Stalin, sailing the canal in a specially made barge, as opulent as Catherine's, with an extremely shallow draft on a canal surrounded by grassy park land and newly planted trees, the ideas of Greg Potemkin were still in operation. Stalin's specially constructed barge was the only water craft known to have traversed it. And those happy peasants? Stalin declared they were rich peasants, your kulaks, and had them murdered or incarcerated as a class for their obstreperousness.

We have also devolved into a Potemkin legal system

Today, in our technologically advanced America where our poor are often rich as foreign potentates, we still have to contend with the inanity of Grigori Potemkin. But rather than hastily erected phony village sets walk-on serfs, our consternated peasants are only seen by the likes of John Kerry, Bill Gates and Joe and Hunter Biden through their bullet proof windows when they cruise the highways in their armoured limousines protected by the submachine gun toting federal peasants of today. Recall that El Paso was steam cleaned and had every last illegal immigrant rounded up and deposited in the nearest gaol by edict last January before Auld Joe Biden's arrival to see "first hand" the horror of his damaging immigration policies; Potemkin villages again, anyone?

We have also devolved into a Potemkin legal system. Yup, today our once vaunted rule of law, often symbolized by an art deco statue holding the scales of justice, has been usurped by those honest Democrat ideals where a giant but well groomed thumb, too often provided by justice minister Merrick Garland, pushes down on one side of those scales and thus freeing criminals from further scrutiny while former President Trump is set upon by swarms of armed FBI SWAT members for documents they merely had to ask for and did earlier inspect.

Take Hunter Biden,for instance, our president's son. He turned in a laptop for repairs, chock full of garishly lewd sex acts, endless crack cocaine use, wrestling matches with Russian strumpets and long slurred monologues about his sex organ. Being a habitual drug user, he lied on his application for a firearm. Normally, this sin, if discovered, would result in an ATF rule book being thrown at the offender as hard as Ryne Duren or Nolan Ryan could fire one. But no, not our Hunter. He drew a cakewalk, as we cops called a joke of a soft sentence passed to a lifetime criminal by a liberal judge for armed robbery after it was reduced to disturbing the peace or reckless parking. No tenner, as Solzhenitsyn called a sentence, for Hunter. Just a hearty handclasp offered by our fearless Brother Garland as the younger Biden skipped off to his own tidy Potemkin village.

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Then there are Hunter, Joe, Jim and the rest of the familias Biden

Then there are Hunter, Joe, Jim and the rest of the familias Biden. According to recent reports, the patriotchronicles.com explains, President Joe Biden from Dominion has been caught in a web of lies regarding his involvement in his son Hunter’s ever so shady business dealings. When Fox News’ Jacqui Heinrich asked Biden if he had ever lied about never speaking to Hunter about his business capers, the President simply mumbled a quick “No” before fleeing the East Room in his special shoes with the double rubber on the heels for added height.

Just last Thursday, documents provided by IRS whistleblower Gary Shipley detailed an alleged 2017 WhatsApp message sent from Hunter Biden to a Chinese business associate, one Herr Henry Zhao, president and CEO of Harvest Fund Management. The text message, which was discovered during an ongoing House investigation by a few honest Republicans still capable of recalling their oath to protect and defend the Constitution, an act which seemingly every Democrat has eschewed. These missives allegedly show Hunter saying he was in the same room as his father and questioned why a vast previously made financial commitment of some $10 million had not been fulfilled by the hapless Zhao, whom the New York Post said, “was in charge of espionage, domestic and overseas intelligence work for China,” and had already given Hunter a mere hundred grand of show money.

Somewhere in a country based on equal justice under law, the head of the justice department might prick up his ears at the merest hint of scandals and associated criminality rising to this level of imprudence. But not Merrick Garland, the Department of Justice tovarisch in our present day judicial Potemkin village, who was selected, numerous wags say, to insure that the money continues to flow to the Bidens, just like the money flows from Frank Giustra to the Clinton Fund in tranches from untraceable Canada, and, finally, like the # which must flow from the planet Arrakis to underwrite the Emperor's high life. (Dune)

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