Even a bass wouldn’t get in trouble if it just kept its big mouth shut!
The consternation about having traffic court judge Aileen Cannon presiding over the trial of the century continues hot and fast in the media. For purposes of this article, I want to cut loose of that.
I can be open minded. Hell, Teri thinks I’m so open minded that everything just flows on through from one side to the other. I’m willing to believe until proven otherwise that judge Cannon has learned her immature lesson. MSNBC reported today that lawyers who have argued before judge Cannon found her rather prickles when her authority or rulings are questioned. It must have been jarring to be so brutally slapped down by a superior court, and one she doesn’t want to repeat.
So let’s look at things objectively. Judge Cannon was only 38 years old when Traitor Tot appointed her on his way out the door in 2020. A former Assistant US Attorney in Florida, she had only four criminal trials that she took part in, and only two as primary prosecutor.
And since she was elevated to the federal bench, she has presided over a grand total of four criminal trials in 2 1/2 years. This is not unusual, since some 95% of federal criminal trials end up in plea agreements before trial.
Now let me ask you a question. If you needed open heart surgery, would you want a cardiac surgeon with only four supervised surgeries in training under her belt, and only two where she did the major cutting? And one who, since graduation, had performed only four procedures, none of them more complicated than angioplasty? Personal prejudices aside, judge Cannon is pathetically unqualified for a case of this magnitude.
But when it comes to this case, where it really hurts judge Cannon, and the prosecution as well, is her lack of experience in pretrial motions. Thanks to her inexperience, the Trump team is going to throw up a nonstop blizzard of pretrial motions, hoping that her inexperience will let them get critical evidence and testimony excluded.
Here’s the problem. Trump doesn’t have the caliber of lawyers to put together a convincing argument. Most seasoned trial judges listen to these kid of bullsh*t arguments, blow them off and move on. Trump’s attorneys are hoping that Cannon’s inexperience will make her more likely to hear a complicated bowl of word salad, and think to herself, Whoa! This sounds serious, we better have a full hearing about this.
But when it comes to motions, Jack Smith has a secret weapon. Donald Trump. Trump is his own worst enemy, and his attorney’s greatest nightmare. Trump Just. Can’t Shut. Up! He’s like a parrot in a cage who blurts out, Squawk! Squawk! Oh my God Cindy, you’re so beautiful! when your wife’s name is Kathleen, and she’s sitting in the living room when he says it.
Perfect example. During his Bedminster pre birthday pissy fit last night, Trump responded to persistent questions about why he possessed the boxes in the first plate, Trump, reading from a teleprompter, stated, Other than the fact that I was totally authorized under the Presidential Record Act to possess them, there’s this. Those boxes were full of personal items. jackets, coats, shirts, shoes, everything.
Which simply begs Sith prosecutors to show box after box after box of Mar-A-Lago booty from the raid, all stuffed with nothing but documents. Along with pictures taken by Trump employees, showing turned over boxes, documents spilling across the floor. Ooops.
Then there’s this classic. Trump has repeatedly argued on camera that he was totally entitled to possess those documents under the Presidential Records Act. This is actually a twofer for the Smith team, and they can have some fun with it. First, they can read in open court the text of the Presidential Records Act, which clearly states that Any separation of private documents must take place before the boxes are removed from the White House. Ouch. And then Smith’s team can follow up with the simple fact that Trump isn’t being charged with violations of the Presidential Records Act, but rather with criminal violations of The Espionage Act.
And never was there a legal team more piss poor qualified to deal with the complexities of Trump than this one. As a crew scheduler for United, I worked on rollout teams for new procedures and qualifications. And we were in close proximity, and coordinated constantly to put things together. There is reporting that there are members of Trump’s team who have never spoken to other members of Trump’s team! There is no coordination for a smooth, well oiled presentation for a judge. They’re just freaking winging it!
Here’s the real problem in a nutshell. Trump’s defense team will try to come up with a coherent defense strategy. And they’ll have to run that by their client. But their client, a world class imbecile, will half listen, and then go out in public and start making up lame ass shit trying to pave the way for the strategy. Which not only alerts Smith as to the strategy, but Motor Mouth will turn right around and scuttle the strategy. What a way to run a railroad.
It certainly seems that Trump has the defense team he deserves.
Chaotic, infighting, and completely disorganized.
Good.
Pop me some of that popcorn. ROTFLMAO
What an idiot. What makes him think stealing classified documents and stuffing them into boxes with shirts and shoes makes it all okay. Stuffing them into boxes with his personal crap makes it even worse and just shows his blatant disrespect and cavalier attitude about national security. Again, what an idiot.
He’s lying as usual there wasn’t any shirts or shoes in those boxes . He doesn’t even pack his own clothes , and the people who do pack his stuff damn sure wouldn’t put them in boxes of papers !
Here’s a solid gold way of knowing when he’s lying…his lips are moving.
And he moves his hands back and forth like he is showing you how big a fish he caught, but he can’t decide how big a lie he is going to tell about its size.
It was a big, BIG fish. People say there’s never been a fish so big! And beautiful. The most beautiful fish. Fancy colored fish in aquariums that people buy because the colors are so pretty aren’t as beautiful as this fish had. It was huge. So big I could spread my arms – which are really long arms, longer than almost anyone except a few NBA players! – all the way out. But I’ll try to give you a sense of how big this fish was… It was this far (hold up hands) just from the lips to the eyes, and this (holds hand up wider) to the gills. Got that? Lips to eyes, lips to gills. (hence the moving back and forth of his hands) At least that big. I’m not sure, but to be safe because you all know how humble I am I don’t want to brag. I’D never exaggerate. You all know I ALWAYS tell the truth! Oh, and when we got back to the dock, the way the people reacted to how big this fish was, this HUGE, and BEAUTIFUL giant fish was unbelievable. Even old guys who’d fished all their lives came up to me with tears running down their faces because it was such a treat for them to see this fish I caught! Pictures? Well, that’s really a shame. The photographer was so excited his hands were shaking. And like everyone but me he was crying in amazement over this fish so he had troulbe getting any good pictures. He insisted on heading off to print up a bunch of them and bring them back to the dock so I could sign pictures for everyone. And was so excited he didn’t pay attention and drove his car right into the gas place at the dock. Big explosion. Huge. Amazing explosion. But it was such a big fireball and lasted so long there was almost nothing left but the frame of the car. His camera was ruined of course. Even though he was dead I still walked over and said “You’re Fired.” So there aren’t any pictures. But believe me, it was just like I’ve said. You can ask around, and people will tell you they were there and saw it all.
Now, that is how Trump would describe catching a fish. As if he’d ever go fishing! Can you imagine him being willing to TOUCH a live fish? I sure as hell can’t. Same thing with guns. He still knows enough to know that even when wiped down a gun has a very light bit of oil on it and he’d never want any of that to get on HIS hands. I for one would love to see him at a shooting range and have some MAGA goober hand him a .44 Magnum revolver. The kickback would cause that sucker to fly right out of his grubby little hands! If we were lucky it would hit him in his ugly face.
LOL! You could get a job as his speechwriter.