Time Magazine's Dishonest Cover

There he is, Folks: Public Enemy Number One, Donald Trump Jr. caught red-handed. The President's son is on the cover of Time Magazine, not like Barack Obama was for so many years-in such a positive light, but in dark shadowy hues, with the title, "Red Handed" emblazoned across the cover. Trump Jr. you see was caught red handed.

But doing what?

He met with a woman who said she had dirt on Hillary Clinton. (Who didn't?). He even said, on an email before the meeting, "I love it."

By now, we all know the story of the Russian woman who managed her way into a 20-minute meeting with Trump Jr. I ask you: What is the crime? If there is a crime, where is the proof? I mean it's not like we have a live mic running while Obama is telling the Russian president, "Tell Vladimir that after the election, I can be more flexible". Now that was red-handed. Neither Time nor anyone else in the mainstream media made a big deal out of that.

Nor did they have one word to say when Secretary of State Hillary Clinton signed off on a deal that surrendered 20% of America's uranium supply to Russia while the relevant business interests were pouring millions into the Clinton Foundation coffers and Bill Clinton got a $500,000 speaking gig in Moscow to boot.

No red-handed there.

Trump Jr has stated that he met with the woman for 20 minutes and broke it off when she showed that she had nothing of interest. Should he have used more sense and checked with his lawyers first, perhaps even notified the FBI? Sure.

But just what is the crime here based on what we know?

Time, of course, is very clever. The cover alone conveys guilt. The black and white photo, the "red handed" caption backed up by email texts across the cover. Don't even bother to read the story inside, Folks. One glance at the checkout stand is enough to convince your average soccer mom that Donald Trump Jr. is guilty.

But of what?

I wish I had a dollar for every time when I was a DEA agent, I had to sit and listen to some crank "walk-in" informant rattle off some cock and bull story about drug dealing that was totally worthless or plain BS. Nobody ever put my photo in grainy black and white on the cover of Time Magazine, however.