MAGA = My Ass Got Arrested
Coming to Atlanta! ! Day Only! September 6th, 2023. The Dumbling Brothers, Barnyard and frame-Me Circus! Special Center Ring attraction! Prezo the Clown! Watch him bumble and stumble his way through a comic booking and arraignment process. Fun for the whole family! Seating is limited, so get your tickets today!
While I hope that amused you, I’m as serious as a heart attack. The circus is coming to Atlanta next Wednesday. After giving the 19 street thugs in the Cornholeone crime family two weeks to surrender for booking, apparently the Fulton County DA is going to try to ram them all through arraignment in one day next week. Wednesday, September 6th. In 15 minute increments.
Georgia law is kind of strange. In most states, a detainee is arrested and booked, and then sits in a cell until he can see a judge for arraignment, and hopefully setting bail. Normally this takes 24-48 hours. This more or less makes the arraignment a mandatory appearance for the defendant, to plead not guilty and request bail.
In Georgia, at least as far as the Trump mob is concerned, their lawyers negotiated their bond before they turned themselves in with a magistrate. Which makes the arraignment a mere formality, at which time the magistrate will accept the defendant’s plea, which their lawyer can claim for them, and set a preliminary hearing date. As a result, three Trump miscreants have already waived their legal right to show up in court and formally hear the charges against them, letting their lawyers handle it instead. Why not Traitor Tot?
Here’s why. Cast your mind all the way back to last Thursday, the date His Lowness was scheduled to surrender to the sheriff in Fulton County. While MSNBC spared us the indignity of watching the Orange Sh*t gibbon waddle out of his Bedminster putt-putt golf resort, climb into his SUV, and drive to the airport, they did show El Pendejo Presidente landing in Atlanta, huffing hi way down the stairs, getting into another SUV, and being driven through busy late rush hour streets deserted for Trump’s motorcade to the Fulton County jail before parking under an overhang. Then they televised his schlock motorcade drive back to Hartsfield, where he waddled up the stairs and filmed his takeoff back to New Jersey.
And that, my dear friends, is why Traitor Tot can’t let his overpaid mouthpiece appear in court for his arraignment on his behalf. Trump is being bled dry by his legal bills, and there’s a limit to how much the sheeple can kick into his defense fund while still keeping a roof over their heads and food on the table. E-mail and text blasts aren’t going to cut it much longer. Trump needs to make a public media splash if he wants to keep all that lovely long green rolling in.
The Fulton County judge has already announced that Trump’s arraignment will be televised live from the courtroom. But if Trump cops a mook, stays away, and lets his ambulance chaser handle the arraignment for him, the networks won’t even bother to show it before a commercial break.
But if FrankenTrump takes the hit and sets an alarm for one, and flies down to Atlanta, then once again the media will cover his motorcade by helicopter from the airport to the courthouse. They’ll film him entering the courthouse, surrounded by his security, and then tape him being herded down the hallway to the courtroom. Once inside the courtroom, they’ll broadcast Cheeto Mussolini snarling at his lawyers, and then scowling at the judge throughout the 15 minute proceeding. Then they’ll steal another hour of our lives that we’ll never get back by following him back to the airport and take off for Bedminster.
Now that’s the kind of video that a wanna be dictator can get his teeth into! Splice and dice, and load into those e-mail and text blasts to get those lazy donor bastards off their wallets, and contributing. And it’s not like The Cheeto Jesus is doing anything useful, like campaigning or anything. With the exception of surrendering himself in Fulton Count last Thursday, Trump has been radio silent except for a pre-recorded interview with Mother Tucker last Wednesday night during the GOP presidential debates.
From where I’m sitting, Trump. Can’t. Stay. Away. From. Atlanta. His ego will demand the spectacle. The spectacle of Trump, the peoples warrior, bearding the lion in his den, and taking the hit for them. And just wait for another whole round of t-shirts, coffee mugs, mouse pads, and even kitchen towels and oven mitts of His Lowness staring down the judge in court. It can’t miss.
He wants a spectacle. He thinks he needs a spectacle. He thinks spectacles have substance and meaning and gravitas.
He’s wrong.
As anyone who wears glasses can tell you, spectacles are easy to see through and they bring things into focus.
What we see is that he’s got nothing else other than spectacle and lies.
Brilliant analogy!!!
I’m not sure. I think the humiliation of sitting as a defendant in a courtroom causes him an awful narcissistic wound every time, and he’d love nothing more than to make those deranged evil commie courtroom officials and prosecutors go away forever. But he seems desperate for $ and I agree with you that he sees such footage as rube-bilking gold.