Merry Christmas, President Jailbird! And A Helluva Happy New Year Too!

Remember when you wre a kid? These last seven days to Christmas morning are the longest ones in your life. And it’s all about the anticipation. Did you get that new X-Box 1? How about COD Urban Warfare to go with it? All of your spare time this week was spent like a Las Vegas bookmaker, going down your wish list, and mentally laying odds on what the chance was of getting each one of them.

Traitor Tot must feel like an eight year old id again, because he’s in the exact same boat. The question for what passes for the few friends he still has is the age old question. What do you give to the spoiled, arrogant, egomaniacal, disgraced ex-President who’s about to go broke? A: Nothing, he’ll only piss that way too.

But unlike his long gone, carefree childhood days, when his Christmas list was as long as Princess Diana’s bridal train, namely everything in the world that he didn’t already own, this year’s list is shorter. In fact, it’s only two items long. His hands still on The Trump Organization with the $250 million still in his pockets, and more importantly, 271 electoral votes next November.

Sadly for El Pendejo Presidente, he isn’t to get either one of them under his tree next Monday, and he may well never get either one of them. But his current presicament, and the mood it engenders in him is a stark contrast to what we all think of as the traditional Christmas spirit.

*Full Disclosure* Teri and I are recent converts to the Christmas spirit. On a modular cabinet in the living room we have a decorated and lit 3′ tree. It’s the first one we’ve had in about 10 years. Between my ex, and Teri’s ex, they literally beat and kicked the Christmas spirit out of us. At 66 and 59, we unanimously decided the hell with it, it’s time to rejoin humanity while there’s still time.

When you’re a kid, or even a normal adult, the holiday spirit is all encompassing. What presents will you get? Will you be home for The Grinch, or stuck over at Aunt Vicky’s? What kind of candy will you get for Christmas? Will Grandpa tell you to pull on his finger again? Will the bowl games be any good?

Trump has none of that to look forward to. Thanks to his greed and power lust, his own family is fractured. I’m betting long odds that Jarvanka don’t show up at Mar-A-Lago for Christmas dinner this year with the kids. Eric and Lil Donnie redux will be there, wanting nothing more for Christmas than to still have an inheritance by the time next Christmas rolls around. But the drama diva, Kimberly Guilfoyle will f*ck that up like a one car funeral. And Melania may or may not be there, depending on whether or not she has a Brazilian bikini wax appointment she just can’t break.

And so, rather than having thoughts of tinsel and sleigh bells, compliant secretaries, porn stars, and haunting Macy’s dressing rooms like Freddie Krueger, and deporting minorities and jailing Biden, what is Trump thinking about this joyous holiday season?

Just ask yourself. We’ve all been through rough times. Timers with too many bills, and not enough checking account. A kid in trouble with the law. An unexpected gamily medical emergency. Problems at work, or with gambling or drinking. We’ve all been there, and we all know that the holiday spirit has no chance of breaking through the funk we live with 24/7.

And that’s what Hair Twitler is living with right now, 24/7. I’ve seen some chunks of recent Trump rallies, and he’s not the same Trump. His two hour rants are more juvenile whining that red meat for the base, except for the fact that juvenile grievance whining is red meat for the base. But if you’ve seen Trump as much as I have, the man child is clearly distracted and disjointed. His coherence level is shot, and he rambles, often repeating himself. Gee. Maybe this is why the crowds are already starting to thin by halftime?

And this is the grift of trump’s daily life. The Mango Messiah has never been accused of having an attention span longer than a gamboling puppy, and has trouble stringing two sentences together. The 2024 election is Trump’s last lifeline from spending the rest of his life in an orange jumpsuit, and it should command all of his attention. But instead he’s obsessed with;

• The ever increasing expense of a minimum of five separate civil and criminal trials, forcing him to spend more time finding new and creative self pitying grievance language to keep the sheeple fleecing themselves to his campaign and Super PAC
• He has Fani Willis in Georgia pressing forward with a trial date in the fall, and already stating that Trump, Giuliani and Meadows are exempt from a deal. They’re the big fish
• Both Willis in Georgia as well s Special Counsel Jack Smith in the two federal cases are rolling up more and more guilty pleas from both indicted as well as unindicted co-conspirators, increasing the risk of higher and higher former associates rolling over on him. And the risk of more J6 unindicted co-conspirators grows the day after jury selection begins, when Smith rolls out the rest of the indictments on the unindicted ones
• Trump is desperate to delay the J6 trial in federal  court in March. But Smith just pulled an end run on him by requesting that the Supreme Court take up his absolute immunity claim even before the appellate court takes it up, short circuiting the delay
• The Supreme Court has already agreed to hear Trump’s immunity case. This should be great news for Trump, considering that he packed the court with three far right justices, it isn’t working out that way. Trump’s insistence i publicly bragging about the fealty of his Supreme Court justices has put a bur under their saddles, and they have yet to rule in his favor on any brief with his self interest involved that has appeared before them
• As the calendar stands now, Manhattan DA Alvin Bragg gets the first crack at Trump with a criminal fraud trial scheduled to begin in late January. From everything I’ve read and heard, it’s pretty much a slam dunk fraud case for the Stormy Daniels payments. But more critically, it is the first chance to brand Trump as a cpmvicted felon, making it easier for jurors in future trials to see him as suck
• Magazine writer E Jean Carroll is like a popcorn hull stuck between Trump’s tooth and gum. Her charges of sexual assault against Trump rubbed him the wrong way from day one, and he overreacted. Carroll trimmed him for $5 million in her civil defamation suit, but being branded by the jury as a sexual predator vut far deeper than $5 million. His furious overreaction to the verdict made it possible for her to file a brand new defamation suit asking for $10 million, again scheduled for January. This is an unneeded distraction that could cause the impulsive Trump to make unforced errors
• With the possibility of both the Manhattan DA as well as Special Counsel obtaining criminal convictions against Trump before he is anointed as the GOP candidate for President, Trump has to worry about the results of a poll of Trump supporters that showed that criminal convictions would drive them away from him

Sh*t! And here you and I thought that we had/have problems! Traitor Tot is selling problems, especially to his gullible sheeple. But the main point is that as you and I well know, when these serious personal and financial problems rear their ugly heads, they become all consuming. Its hard to concentrate on work, it’s hard to hold a conversation, you can’t watch the 6 o’clock news, and you have no appetite.

And the simple fact of the matter is that Trump literally has nothing else to think about. His business in New York is in court ordered receivership, he can’t even go into the 5th Avenue offices. His rally appearances are nothing more or less than ego fulfilling nut licking, he’s on cruise control to being nominated for the presidency. All he has to fill his worthless days is a never ending kaleidoscope of worst case legal and political scenarios. And that’s only exasperated by almost endless phone calls from his criminal lawyers bringing him up to date with the most recent disastrous legal news. This is now the grist of his life, and from where I’m sitting, he’s welcome to it.

Lawrence O’Donnell put it perfectly on his MSNBC show the night that Alvin Bragg announced his criminal fraud indictments against Trump, With these indictments, Alvin Bragg has just assured that Donald Trump has has already had the best days of his life. because with the impending threat of upcoming criminal indictments, Alvin Bragg has just assured that Donald Trump will spend the rest of his life in court. Merry Christmas, Mofo. And a happy new year.

I thank you for the privilege of your time.