Cocaine Mitch Meets His Match - Granite Grok

Cocaine Mitch Meets His Match

Mitch McConnell - Source US Senate Page

Mitch McConnell is the vilest of the RINOs, but you already know that. He hamstrung Trump at every turn, vowing to fight, then folding like a lawn chair in the face of Democrat aggression.

His wife’s family is CCP Royalty. They own a huge transport ship company, which just happened to transport some Peruvian Marching Powder, just once, I’m sure.

Mitch doesn’t want the Republicans to achieve anything, that would annoy his Chinese paymasters. No, his job is to make lots of noise, yet achieve nothing, while managing the decline of the Republic, thus ensuring China’s rise is trouble-free. He’s been doing a bang up job of it.


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Trump wanted 1 Trillion, and Mitch balked. Sleepy Joe steals the election in broad daylight, and Mitch helps hand him  1.2 Trillion, KNOWING that the Dems are about to drop an unstoppable budget “reconciliation” bill, destined to implode the Dollar.

He knows the consequences, he just doesn’t care. This is the only logical conclusion I can draw from his illogical actions. And Mitch rides roughshod over the Republican rank-and-file voters. He can do this because he is safe in his district. Mitch does what Mitch wants, and no one tells him otherwise. Usually.

Mitch Meets His Match

When I was young and the world was new, I let the Great Love Of My Life getaway. I was immature, and foolish, and regretted this mistake for decades. A few years back, we reconnected on Facebook. Possibly the only positive thing that benighted service has ever provided me.

Too much water had gone under the bridge to pick up where we left off, but we discovered we were still friends. At my age, a good friend is worth a dozen lovers. One of the reasons we always got along, is the tough times we shared as children in dysfunctional homes. We both grew up strong enough to handle whatever comes our way. Mitch had no way of knowing that, of course.

My love had gone and had a family of her own. Having had the worst of parents, as I did, she had objective lessons in how NOT to raise children. As a result, she was over the moon when her middle child, a daughter, graduated Poly-Sci at a prestigious State University.

As part of her thesis, her daughter had secured interviews with all 100 United States Senators. She had completed 99 and only needed to talk with the Murder Turtle to complete the set. She had an appointment set, at some public function or reception. She arrived, mom in tow, ready to go, but once at the venue, Mitch’s henchmen feigned ignorance, and blew her off.

They did not plan on what happened next.

My dear old ex walked up to every single politician, mover, shaker, quaker, hell, even the baker. As she went, she could see Mitch’s handlers getting more nervous by the moment. “MY DAUGHTER HAD AN APPOINTMENT TO INTERVIEW MITCH MCCONNELL…”

After an indeterminate period of time, the lead henchman disappeared behind the curtain. A few moments later he came back. He apologized. Of COURSE, she could interview the Senator, this was all just a BIIIIIG misunderstanding! Mitch thought he could ignore the little people, but sometimes the little people carry a big sting.

It shows his low character, that he would let a student hang in the breeze without a care until he realized his hubris would be made public.

Character is when you do the right thing when no one is looking. Obviously, Mitch lacks it.

Mitch learned a lesson I learned at 15- don’t mess with a Jersey girl!

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