Maybe this explains the daily torture. As Jed Clampett said of the three-legged pig, "A hog that good, you don' wanna eat 'im all at oncet."

With that apple-cheeked, Granny Clampett face- so reminiscent of when the Trump base lived in a Beverly Hills mansion with a ceement pond- Attorney General Jefferson Beauregard Sessions III is an anointing from Christianist Republican God for his suffering white people.

A 70-year-old, certified and unrepentant racist, a glad bearer of the affliction dementia Russophilia, and a despiser of minorities of every possible sort, he is a #MAGA fever dream running for Department of Justice.

While the rest of the President's cabinet hide, nap, or give interviews to Russian radio pranksters, and the Secretary of State wanders the halls at night, wincing as the portraits of Henry Kissinger, James Baker, Colin Powell, Dean Rusk, and John Foster Dulles mock and point, Sessions delivers.

Jeff Sessions gets up every morning, fresh-faced and ready to lay waste to the Constitution.

This man is a keeper!

And the President wants to sack him for not blocking an investigation into a scandal he says does not exist?

Franklin Graham must have blood coming out of his, y'know, everywhere.