The Daily Dread
Yesterday
gratitude given
for being watched over by
machine's loving grace
Beacon of false hope
Lantern for lustful lechers
White House Bordello
happy holidays
when the hydrangea of hope
blooms for scant moments
It's with gratitude
that the drinking lantern lights
for all winter trolls
A Scroll Threw Life 
White House bordello? And what is his favorite phrase? Ah, yes. The old “I know nothing about that.” Right. And neither do we. How about unredacting it? Unbelievable. But then, not really.
A traditional business run by organized crime syndicates. The cover up will not be televised. They own it all this time.