Kompromat? Yup.

Remember this video, from back in April?

Well, it looks like Donnie’s lack of an alibi is coming back to bite him, yet again. And this time, it’s so awkward that even Uncle Volodya is involved:

“Does the Russian government have any compromising material on President Trump or his family?”

It was the second of a two-part question, but Putin made sure to come back to it.

“And now, to the compromising material,” he said. “Yeah, I did hear these rumors that we allegedly collected compromising material on Mr. Trump when he was visiting Moscow. Well, distinguished colleague, let me tell you this: When President Trump was at Moscow back then, I didn’t even know that he was in Moscow. I treat President Trump with utmost respect, but back then when he was a private individual, a businessman, nobody informed me that he was in Moscow.”

Putin then segued to all the rich and powerful people who visit Russia and how he can’t keep track of them.

“Well, let’s take St. Petersburg Economic Forum, for instance,” Putin said, referencing an annual event for bigwigs. “There were over 500 American businessmen, high-ranking, high-level ones. I don’t even remember the last names of each and every one of them. Well, do you remember — do you think that we try to collect compromising material on each and every single one of them? Well, it’s difficult to imagine an utter nonsense of a bigger scale than this. Well, please, just disregard these issues and don’t think about this anymore again.”

Ahem. 500 American businessman are hoping not.

The question, recall, was whether the Russian government has compromising information. The answer did not include the word no. And it also pivoted from whether the Russian government has or doesn’t have to whether Putin personally knew Trump was in Moscow in 2013. Those are not the same thing.

So, it seems that not only Donnie, but good ol’ Pooty-Poot is also tap-dancing around the question posed by the Steele Dossier: Is there Kompromat?

And the logical answer, seeing all the funky footwork around a simple yes or no question, is OF COURSE THERE IS, THEY JUST DON’T WANT US TO KNOW FOR SURE.

And how interesting that he claims there are so many businessmen from the US of Amnesia coming into Moscow to wine, dine, and whoop it up that it’s impossible to keep track of them all. Uh, Volodya, you’re the head of state…and you’re a former spy yourself. How hard can it possibly be to put your spy agencies in charge of it? It’s not like anyone’s asking you to do the job personally. If you know there are so many of them coming in, it would behoove you to know why, at least cursorily, and to know which, if any, of them might be harboring political ambitions back home.

Which brings us back to Donnie. He’s not been a bit shy about HIS presidential ambitions; he’s been blaring about them since 1988. Even before he married Melania, he had her pose on a fake presidential rug, remember?

So, it’s not as if Pooty-Poot couldn’t have known who this guy was, and what his ambitions were. And even less so if he was there for a beauty pageant. Hell, at a time like that, you’d EXPECT him to have dealings with prostitutes. Because there are certain things that no aspiring Miss Universe will do, even to please the grossest old pageant owner in the world. But call girls, for the right price, will.

So of course, the possibility of obtaining Kompromat against him would have been on the radar. In fact, it would have been a major priority.

And I’m sure that something disgusting WAS obtained. Whether it’s prostitutes urinating on (“defiling”) a bed once slept in by the Obamas, or something equally if not more sordid, it’s there. It’s waiting to be leaked, if you’ll pardon the pun.

And the fact that neither man has the guts to directly say yes or no tells us all we need to know, at least until those secret materials come out into the light of day.

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