by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
When I was in college my algebra teacher gave us the cold, hard statistics — about 20% of would fail no matter what and would never pass college algebra. I scoffed at this notion and was determined to prove her wrong. Well, she was right and I wrong.
So, with that in mind, this evening I was at work and I thought I had everything figured out. I thought Trump, not Elliot Broidy, had to be Bechard’s babydaddy because of cold, hard logic. There was no way that Broidy would pay $1.6 million independent of Trump because of the connection of Keith Davidson and Michael Cohen. It seemed I had cracked the nut. I had figured out what no one else had managed to do.
For one, bright and shining moment, I was happy.
Unfortunately, I sent a few stray emails at this moment in time that in hindsight I probably shouldn’t have sent.
This is because the liberal fever dream broke and reality sank in.
Broidy’s rich and Bechard was pregnant.
That’s it. That’s the story. The rest was just noise.
The end.
