‘A Lie Is Still A Lie’ Engoron Croons To Trump, In Burn So Eloquent It Will Probably Go Over His Head

Donald Trump loves to keep doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different result. No, he doesn’t think that’s insane. He apparently believes that this time it will be different. Maybe it’s because he collects fairy dust and unicorn horns at Mar-a-Lago, where Lindsey Graham does a voo doo dance with beads and rattles, assuring Donald that this time it will all work out the way they want it to.

All we know is that for the fifth time, yes, count ’em five times now, Trump has demanded of Judge Arthur Engoron’s court that the Trump Organization fraud trial be dismissed and five times now Engoron has told him to go pound sound. I imagine Engoron is getting bored with repeating himself all these times, but it’s never boring to see how Trump & Co. just can’t seem to understand the same common sense answers. Here’s Mary Trump’s take of Engoron as Trump Troll:

“A Lie is Still a Lie”

“Valuing occupied residences as if vacant, valuing restricted land as if unrestricted, valuing an apartment as if it were triple its actual size, valuing property many times the amount of concealed appraisals, valuing planned buildings as if completed and ready to rent, valuing golf courses with brand premium while claiming not to, and valuing restricted funds as cash, are not subjective differences of opinion; they are misstatements at best and fraud at worst.”

I like that one, don’t you. It sounds like the song from Casablanca, “a kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is still a sigh,” and the world will never welcome liars, as time goes by.

Donald’s “Experts”

Donald’s expert “is a tenured professor, but all that his testimony proves is that for a million or so dollars, some experts will say whatever you want them to say.”

“The most glaring flaw is to assume the testimony of (the) defendant’s experts… is true or accurate.”

This is pretty heavy, on a number of levels. First of all, Trump did pay for what he wanted to hear and generally speaking, you will eventually find an expert or a lawyer or even a doctor who will give you a testimony or prognosis if you pay enough for it. That’s sad but true. Not everybody’s ethics are in the toilet, but enough peoples’ are so that you can count on being able to buy a testimony somewhere.

Donald’s attempts to toss his case are frivolous

“In their zeal to ‘protect the record,’ (the) defendants yet again raise the specter that (the) plaintiff has no standing and no capacity to bring the instant action. This Court has confidence that the Court of Appeals can easily reach and determine those arguments, which personify frivolity.”

This is legalese for, “If it’s obvious to me, it’s going to be obvious to them, but you keep telling yourself you’ve got a prayer on appeal, fella.”

Donald spent $1,000,000 on a witness with zero credibility

“By doggedly attempting to justify every misstatement, Professor Bartov lost all credibility.”

In all truth I don’t know if the guy had any credibility before. But I’m sure his students smirk behind his back now, and probably that wasn’t taking place before he sold his soul to Trump for $877,000. (Close to a million. $1,350 per hour for 650 hours is the figure I recall.) Nice work if you can get it.

Donald is Losing

“In denying that (previous) motion, this Court noted that the evidence of wrongdoing already admitted into evidence was voluminous.”

This is the part that’s comical. Trump keeps ignoring the fact that there is a mountain of evidence against him, apparently believing that if he just keeps saying, “It’s not there, it’s not there,” then like a kid trying to convince himself the monster really isn’t under the bed, it won’t be there. The only problem with that analogy, is that the monster under Trump’s bed has already picked the bed up and walked around the house with him in it several times, with photographers getting it all on film, but Trump is still insisting that it’s not there.

Merry Early Christmas

Donald wanted a golden get-out-of-trouble free card, but all Engoron had for Donald was a lump of coal at the bottom of his stocking.

Look… it is totally fine to engage in a little Schadenfreude when terrible people who wish us all harm finally get some measure of justice meted out to them.

Schadenfreude is a wonderful beverage. I prefer the red, personally, because it reminds me of blood. It pairs well with revenge, one of my favorite dishes. And yes, we serve it cold here, Donald. And we serve cold French fries, too, get used to it. If you even see a French fry in the joint, it will probably be cold. Although who knows? Maybe Rudy has some contacts, maybe he can get you a McDonald’s toad burger from time to time so that you feel at home.