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Well folks, we’re finally here. Accountability for one digraced Donald John Trump. As Niccole Wallace likes to describe him, The twice impeached, four time indicted, confirmed sexual predator, disgraced former President is at the end of the line. He’s finnally all outta runway. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
We all know that Traitor Tot purports to be. A self made man. A brilliant businessman, proudly proclaiming to be the King of Debt, who created a multi billion dollar real estate empire from the ground up. Although exactly how you build a successful company on debt somehow escapes me. The host of a decade long, successful reality television series. A proud serial philanderer who can have any woman he wants. Which is easier when you’re willing to rape them.
But you know what? Not a goddamned thing in that self description means jack sh*t anymore. His lawyer has already shot his last arrow, desperately trying to hit a wounded duck. And in the next hour, the prosecution will rest their case, and the judge will send the jury home for the night. And at 9 am tomorrow the judge will read the jury their legal instructions for deliberation, and send them back to a locked jury room to deliberate Trump’s fate.
And when the lock on the jury deliberation room snicks shut behind the jury, and the bailiff sits in a chair next to the door with a book so he can hear a knock if the jury needs anything, ehat does Donalf John Trump become?
Just another two-bit skel. Another thug off of the street. Just another con man, or carjacker, or armed robber or drug dealer. Forget about his reputation, his buildings, his golf courses, his women, when the jury starts deliberating, all of that means jack sh*t. You know what Trump is to that jiry? Just another dumb ass frook that got caught. And it’s time to dispense some justice.
And every last word of that last paragraph is 100% true. Per the judge’s instructions, the only things that the jury is to be influenced by are the evidence and testimony that was presented at trial. None of that shiny ball shit matters in deliberations. He’s just another indicted criminal awaiting a verdict. Just like every other 3rd rate booster car thief.
Trump has just joined the Brotherhood of Criminal Defendants, and he knows it. Every criminal defendant is the same, an d he now knows it. If there is a single redeeming grace for Trump, it’s the thought that There but for the grace of god, I could be sitting in a cell next to Allan Weisselberg on Rikers Island while I await the verdict.
And forget about Mar-A-Lago and golf. Until the jury reaches a verdict, Trump is a to be within a two hour proximity of the courthouse, so he can be present when a verdict is reached, for the reading. If the jury is still out on Friday, he can go home when court adjourns for the weekend, but has to be present back in New York at 9 am Monday morning.
And now all Trump can do is to sit and stew. Trump has the attention span of a 3 week old puppy, but from here on out the only thought in his mind is What are those 12 *ssholes doing? In a previous article I wrote about how all of us had known the anxiety and uncertainty of having to wait 48-72 hours for the result of a medical test. Trump doesn’t even have the comfort of the time limit. The guillotine could come down at any moment, any day.
Look for His Lowness to act out. Trump is both instinctive as well as reactive, and he doesn’t suffer waiting and uncertainty well. watch for him to spew forward a wellspring of toxic sludge on Bullsh*t Social as well as FUX News and far right radio. And look for Trump to feel unleashed and unfettered. After all, the case is in the jury’s hands. What does Trump care who he goes off on, the judge, Alvin Bragg, Stormy Daniels, Michael Cohen, wadda they gonna do to him? Find nhim in criminal contempt of court? At this point, he’d welcome the martyrdom to get a political advantage out of this for his base.
As jury deliberations are set to commence, the only question I have in my own mind is the amount of trust and honesty between Trump and his lead lawyer, Todd Blanche. Why do you think that so many criminal complaints are settled through plea agreements? Because the attorney is honest enough to advise his client that the prosecution has him dead to rights, and his only hope is to mitigate the damage through a plea agreement.
Obviously Traitor Tot would never cop a plea if he had to admit guilt. That’s a given. But now that it’s in the jury’s hands, I can’t help but wonder if Blanche hasn’t sat Trump down and honestly told him, Look, I do this for a living, take my word for it. You’re not going to be acquitted, the prosecution put on too much compelling evidence, and you left me nothing to work with. Your best shot is a hung jury, which means that the deliberations drag into next week. And even a hung jury can be circumvented by the jury returning a partial verdict, convicting you on some charges, while hanging up on others. In all honesty, you need to prepare yourself for at least some guilty verdicts.
Come Watson! The game is afoot! By this time tomorrow the case will be in the jury’s hands. And anybody who tells you they know how long it eill take is full of sh*t. But one thing I do know. For however ling the deliberations take, Trump is going to be a totally dysfunctional moron. Trump is used to having complete control, and now he’s in a situation where not only does he have no control, he also had no idea of how long it will take for the uncertainty to end. And that sounds like accountability to me.
I thank you for the privilege of your time.
do not pass go
Tick! Tick! Tick! “… that sounds like accountability…”
Unlike the Senate impeach hearings, Orange Julius has no political hacks to obfuscate and influence the outcome. He stands before the rule of law this time and
only the truth will determine the outcome.
This will not end well for him. “Thank you Jeezus”.
Unless there’s a cultist in the jury, it’s likely to be conviction on most of the counts. Which means we can add ‘convicted felon’ and ‘criminal’ to the ‘twice-impeached’, ‘adjudicated sexual assaulter’, ‘business fraudster’, ‘tax cheat’, ‘compulsive liar’ and the other assorted adjectives we use to describe him.
He’s the worst of the absolute worst, and if you wrote a novel with a character like him in it, the publisher would reject it for being implausible.
“Obviously Traitor Tot would never cop a plea if he had to admit guilt.”
Just wait for his reaction when he tries (pointlessly for most of the cases against him) to seek a pardon. Because, to qualify for a pardon, the person has to accept or admit their guilt.
Of course, when he (like other presidents before him) “pardoned” people, their guilt never came into play–it wasn’t part of HIS role as pardoner. He just got a list of names to pardon and signed the paperwork; it’s not like the recipients had to allocute in front of him.