Trump lawyer Michael Cohen’s allegation that DJT asked him to lie before investigators regarding his Russian business connections was supported by other evidence Special Prosecutor Mueller’s team had developed. The Mueller team was quick to break precedent and deny that as inaccurate. Why? My gut guess is that Buzzfeed’s informants, probably not part of Mueller’s tight-lipped team, revealed that information without knowing the extent to which the Special Prosecutor had it “nailed down” and Mueller’s people felt its premature release would somehow hamper their efforts to present unchallengeable information in their final report.
To this day, Republicans still do this, and most terrifyingly, its use has crept into use by journalists, particularly on radio and TV, even those favorably inclined toward Democrats. It even occasionally appears in the language of Democrats! I heard it used recently at a Democratic Party gathering by a high Democratic official. They should know better. Its use makes Republicans feel good, particularly when someone other than a Republican is using this kind of pejorative language.
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