Disclaimer Aloha Murfs Merry Men (and women)! Just to clear up any confusion. About 10 days ago or so some internal kerfuffle robbed me of access to the “Image Library” we use to add images to our stories. For some reason I’m restricted to about 75 images that I downloaded to the library myself. That’s fine if I’m using one of those images. But when I put up an article about a subject where I don’t have an image, I have to post it dry, and text Ursula Faw to add an appropriate image. So if you briefly see an article of mine without an image, that’s what’s going on, it’ll get corrected
I must admit, Traitor Tot surprised me. We all knew that he planned on showing up for the first two days of the trial as a precaution against being caught out of position if he was one of the first witnesses called by the prosecution. Some call it rose fertilizer, while others call it straight up bullsh*t. Trump did it for one reason, and one reason only.
According to MSNBC legal analyst Lisa Rubin, in the first three days of the trial, His Lowness has sent out no fewer than four e-mail and text blasts, mooching for coin from the gullible. According to Rubin, who reads these so that I don’t have to, they sound like his inane rally speeches, I can’t be with you today because I’m in a New York court, battling the far left Marxist prosecutors, an unfair judge, and a politically motivated Attorney General, all desperate to take me down personally and keep me from returning to the White House! Blah, blah, blah.
As to these e-mail and text blasts, whenever I see or hear about them, I can’t help but think of the classic I Love Lucy episode. Lucy and Ethyl get jobs at a candy maker modeled after Fannie May, and one of the perks is that you can eat all the candy you want on the line. They can’t keep up with the line, stuff themselves, and end up sick. Having had an aunt that worked for Fannie May, I can tell you it’s True. The company let them stuff themselves sick in the first two days, knowing they wouldn’t touch the stuff again for months.
To me, that’s what I think of every time I hear about these blasts. Hearing Trump spout that lame sh*t may be energizing when you’re a live part of the bovine Trump communal experience, but I’m betting that after enough of those texts and e-mails, his supporters are like Lucy and Ethyl after two pounds the first day. They don’t even wanna see the damn box, much less the chocolates inside.
FrankenTrump is doing his best to gin up interest by making a public ass of himself every time he enters or leaves the court. Snarling and frowning, angrily insulting all and sundry, looking for clip bites for FUX News every night. Reporters in the courtroom say he’s playing the fool in there too, sitting at the defense table, scowling at witnesses, prosecutors, and even the judge, shaking his head angrily when he doesn’t like what he hears.
But there’s the problem, and the unintended consequence. If El Pendejo Presidente is sitting there at the defense table, practicing his next mug shot, he has nothing to do but listen. And no matter how much he shakes his head, some of this damaging testimony is leaking into his fevered brain, especially since he himself is personally intimate with what they’re talking about, since he personally pulled all this sh*t off.
And that’s why Trump is getting ever more angry and strident every time he appears in front of the cameras. He knows the gig is up. Look, I can tell anybody who will listen to me that my 2005 Chrysler Town and Country van is worth $100,000. But if I go to a title loan place, and put the value of my clunker at $100,000 on the form, the only thing they’re going to offer me is a polite smile as they hold the door open. And yes, they could call the cops for an attempted fraud case. I can believe anything I want, but what I know is a different story. And I know my little ride isn’t worth $100,000.
One of the ways that Trump has been able to delude himself for all of these years is that, like a Godfather, he never commits anything to paper. They can’t touch him because there’s no paper trail to confirm that he specifically ordered anything. Everything is done verbally, making Trump feel safe as houses. But The Cheeto Prophet is wrong, on two counts.
First of all, Trump never puts anything on paper. Except when he does, without even realizing it. Whenever Trump goes to a bank to request a loan, or financing for a deal, he’s filling out paperwork. But even if Trump doesn’t fill out the papers personally, it’s his signature that appears at the bottom of the pages, certifying that all of the information provided is true and honest to be best of his knowledge. Right. He might honestly believe that Mar-A-Lago is worth $1,5 billion, but he knows that he’s full of sh*t.
And keep this in mind. Even if Trump doesn’t keep paper records, other people do. Including places like Mazar’s, his long time accounting firm. In compliance with state and federal tax laws, the Trump Organization regularly sent reporting statements to the accountants, so they could keep the books. And it would have been Donald Trump’s signature at the bottom of the form, along with CFO Allan Weisselberg, attesting that the information was true and accurate. Weisselberg has already pled guilty to fraud in the Manhattan DA criminal case against the company, and after that Mazar’s did a forensic exam of a decade worth of records, and filed a public statement saying that those decade worth of public statements were unreliable, since the Trump Org had given them inaccurate, even fraudulent information.
Here’s the second reason. If Trump thinks he’s safe because he only issues orders and directives orally, he’s getting a cruel wakeup call. With a hangover. Michael Cohen gave a congressional committee a Disney style river cruise through the Trump Org financial jungle, and he’s on the list to be a witness for the prosecution in this case. Allan Weisselberg is on the list too, under subpoena, and if he lies or pleads the 5th, he faces additional criminal charges from the Manhattan DA for violating the terms of his plea agreement. I wonder how badly old Allan wants to get Riked again?
In order to keep your faith intact, ensure it remains unsullied by fact. Trump has been able to spend decades considering himself a criminal genius, simply because nobody ever bothered to seriously try to make a run at a cheap scamster like him. But now, today, he spent three days sitting in a New York courtroom on what he saw as a purely propaganda exercise, and what he’s spent three days hearing are facts. And now Traitor Tot is starting to feel like Indiana Jones in the Temple of Doom. The iron studded walls and ceiling are closing in on him, and he’s fresh outta miracles. I just hope he doesn’t count on Melania to stick her manicured paw into a bug filled trap. She probably has a hair appointment that day that she just can’t ditch.
Nice article. He’s a propaganda dolt, that shortsightedly megaphones his deceit along the lines of ‘The less someone thinks, the louder they are’. He projects this in more ways that one, which also confirms that ‘facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored’ (Huxley). He’s really pissing in his own pockets now, and how. Facts are going to drown him, well and truly, because a blunt pencil will always outsmart an untruthful, delusional oral recount.
Post It Note, I love your entire comment! Very well put. Thanks!
However much he fancies himself as such (surprised there isn’t a Trump as Indiana Jones trading card) he ain’t no Indiana Jones! No way hell figure a way out of the death trap!
It would smash his hair is the reason.
Minor correction on the “I Love Lucy” reference. Lucy and Ethel only ended up on that line because they’d failed every other job at the factory. So the supervisor put them on the line as a last resort and they were warned that they’d be fired “if even one piece” got through unwrapped. They start off fine but multiple pieces start coming along and THAT was why they started eating the candy (as well as pulling pieces off the line to wrap later). Then the supervisor comes in, after they’ve hidden the unwrapped pieces everywhere and sees the line is clear and utters the immortal line, “SPEED IT UP” to Lucy’s shock.
And the candy boxes Ricky and Fred come in with are to make up for the disaster the boys caused in the kitchen. (When Lucy describes it to Ethel, Ethel gets that seasick/nausea look–props to Vivian Vance who genuinely looked like she was getting ready to hurl in the scene.)
It brings back a memory, though.
When I was a little kid, one of my relatives worked in a Chocolate factory. Her job was to pick out the imperfect chocolates, which meant bad shape or incomplete coverage rather than flavour. One of the perks of the job was that line staff could indeed eat as many of these discards as they wanted, and the pattern of an initial pig-out but then a couple a day at break-time was almost universal.
Another perk was that staff could purchase these imperfect chocolates by weight at a MASSIVE discount. Basically materials cost, since the alternative was to (literally) feed them to the pigs at a local feedlot.
So; every time she came to visit (which I and my siblings felt was nowhere NEAR often enough :)), she would bring what to my siblings and myself was an eye-popping bag of chocolates, plus a smaller bag of adult-oriented ones like nut clusters and after-dinner mints for mum and dad.
My ESET anrivirus states that your site is corrupted. It says website blocked. This web page may contain dangerous content that can provide remote access to an infected device, leak sensitive data from the device, or harm the targeted device. Access to the webpage has been blocked. Thought you’d want to know
Carol, I’ve contacted Ursula by email and told her about the ESET problem. This is an ESET issue tho’ and P.Z. really can’t do anything about it.
If it’s worth over $1 billion – why did he sell it to Baby Donnie for $400 million and change?
Regarding the posts from Carol – there’s no virus on the site – her A/V is messed up and her best bet would be a complete uninstall (using Revo uninstaller and clearing EVERYTHING out including the history) and then re-install from scratch
Actually there is a way to allow URL’s/websites to be excluded from the malware scans. This has worked with my laptop but I’m still having problems with my home computer. I am going to work with the ESET tech folks when I have the time. If we can find a fix, my home computer is Windows 10 & laptop is Windows 11 (could be the issue right there), I’ll post what we did and probably email Ursula as well.
I’ve often said that the worst thing that ever happened to old Donnie (as well as us) was him getting elected president. When he was a two-bit real estate agent / D-list gameshow host / serial business failure, nobody paid him much attention. He was just another low-level crook in a city full of them.
Becoming president, and not being able to change, he went on to more and bigger criming.
Now he has a big target on his back. Sucks to be you Donnie.