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Why the raid? Earlier this year, Trump had delayed returning 15 boxes of material to the National Archives. Phil Mudd, who served as an analyst on the CIA’s Counterterrorist Center, said that the former president may have had documents “in his beach house” that he — in his former capacity — would have been barred from reviewing. “Well, if you look at the security in a place like the Department of Justice, look at the security in place like at the Department of Energy, compared to a beach house, are you kidding me?” an incensed Mudd replied. “One of the reasons the Department of Justice would have asked from the videos from Mar-a-Lago, ask basic questions you would never have to ask if these documents were properly secured.” “For example, who brought stuff in? Do we have the stuff that they brought in; did it disappear on another day?” he continued. “More significantly, who went in that room? I’m going to guarantee you, with national security stuff related to nuclear weapons in there, that people who went in that room not all of them had the appropriate clearance.” “So, you don’t know what’s in there. You don’t know who is accessing it. You don’t know if those people know how to secure these kinds of secrets,” the exasperated Mudd added. “I don’t know what to say, John. You’re keeping nuclear stuff at a beach house that I couldn’t review at the CIA, enough said.” (The Gabber) On a personal note, Donald “the Don” Trump brings a lot of this on himself by not cooperating. The “Don” had better hope they don’t find any of the above-mentioned materials. If they do, he won’t be running for president in 2024, he’ll be serving time in 2024.

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Dad helped me get the floor and one wall built on my tree house using planks that were cracked or broken in the alleyway and coral when I was six. Over the next 5 years my year younger sister, occasionally Dad and I had built and rebuilt a 10′ x 16′ floor on 2 trees and a 8′ x 10′ tree fort with bricks from an old chimney and fire place from a burned down cabin. The walls were only 7′ tall on the front and 5′ on the back. The third year we had the fireplace half built when Dad came by on a tractor. He climbed up to see what we were doing and took it apart. He redid it with red bricks on the floor using mortar building a complete wall and fireplace. He didn’t make it to the field that day and part of the next, Sissy was siting on him a lot and I saw his hand on her crotch a few times. Dad didn’t help vey much with the walls and 2 windows but helped with the roof the next year. I was 10 with the coolest tree fort my friend ever saw. Every fire we lit in the fireplace smoked us out. The last year dad worked on it I was 11, he put glass doors on the fireplace , built a set of bunk beds and installed a real door. Sissy and Dad worked on it without me several times when I wasn’t at home. When we decided to name it and my a sign Sissy insisted it was named after her so Dad made a sign Sissy’s Hideaway. When I got off the school Bus I saw smoke coming from the chimney, I knew Sissy had stayed home sick. I ran to the Treehouse to see what she was doing. The Tractor was parked on the road, She was naked with Dad. I could see the way she was straddled on top half of his C0ck was half way inside her. I watched till Dad pulled out shoot c um on her back, then sneaked back down to the house. Mom came home from her part time job at our small town IGA 2 hours later but Dad and Sissy beat her home by 20 minutes. My sister was stocky and a little chubby so I did a few accidental backhand b*** feels and she seemed to like it. I went for an under shirt full B*** feel when we had got up before mom to watch cartoons, she looked at me curiously then smiled. Within a couple weeks of feeling b**** I put my hand inside her p******, she stopped me when I tried to put my finger in her cr ack but left my hand where it was at. It took another month before she let me work fingers inside her but it was that day we went to the Tree Fort and she took my Virginity a few days after my 12th birthday. We(Dad and Sissy some times too) used the Tree House Till she got the boyfriend she’ still married to a year before I went into he Army. When Dad died me and Sissy went up in the Treehouse, lit a fire and cleaned it up well enough to spend the night in a single sleeping bag.