I sense in Robert Mueller a burn. His actions signal to me that he has Trump. I don't know how, but I sense Mueller is going to get Trump. Ruin him. Kill Trump dead and then dig up the body and do it again, and again. Mueller can scent fear and Trump is sweating fear by the gallon. Mueller is chasing Trump's fear like a salivating bloodhound now and Trump's blood is what Mueller wants.

He is closing fast. He is almost there. He knows he will get him. He can taste Trump's blood now. He can see it. He will clamp his jaws around Trump's neck suffocating him. His teeth will rip Trump's jugular, the diameter of a garden hose, and Trump's blood will gush and spurt, and then dribble and drip and Mueller will fling the blood from his muzzle and then tear Trump's face off in chunks. His powerful jaws will set on a shoulder and in one, two, three grasps and jerks of his muscular neck the entire arm will fly off and land feet away. He will then disembowel Trump, barely alive, his muscles quivering their last.

And then Robert Mueller will calmly walk away over the slippery ground and he not look back at the rotting exsanguinated, unrecognizably human heap of tissue and entrails and exposed and crushed and already bleaching bone to be devoured by MAGATS.