Donald Trump & the Law of Unintended Consequences- NOBODY PUTS BABY IN A BOX!
Arrogance, hypocrisy, and self-righteousness are merely tools of the trade
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Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire
Read the chyron above: “TRUMP LAWYER: POTUS MAY LEGALLY MURDER HIS AMERICAN RIVALS IF HE DUCKS IMPEACHMENT”…and then consider for a moment what that might mean. It shouldn’t take you more than a nanosecond to consider the possibilities and ask, “WTF? HOW DID WE GET HERE?”
Yes, a former (and would be again, if he gets his way) President of these here Yew-nited States of AmeriKKKa believes that the President (HIM, of course) deserves absolute immunity from criminal prosecution). Not Joe Biden, mind you…He is a criminal and should be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law- Trump’s law, where Orange Jesus is judge, jury, AND executioner.
Plus, Biden’s a Democrat, which as any REAL, God-fearing, White Conservative Christian Cisgender Heterosexual AmeriKKKan knows in their heart of hearts, is but one step removed from being a KKKomunist.
But Donald Trump, the ONE, TRUE, AND ONLY RIGHTEOUS LEADER of AmeriKKKa, shouldn’t have to answer to the laws of mere mortals for his actions, even when he’s out of office. No man is above the law…except for Him.
The fact that there are people who sincerely believe this and that there are courts who are seriously considering his arguments should terrify any thinking American who loves their country. Because if Orange Jesus gets his way, the precedent it will set is terrifying.
What he doesn’t realize, of course, is that if he does win and the courts grant him immunity, the same could and will apply to Joe Biden, who could just as quickly have him murdered. Not that Biden would, of course, but the irony of it all is thoroughly lost on Mango Mussolini, who lacks the intellectual agility to understand the Law of Unintended Consequences.
Our Consitution is 236 years old, having been adopted on September 17, 1787. At no time during those 236 years has a President ever had cause or reason to argue that he must be immune from potential prosecution to do his job effectively. Of course, none of the 45 Presidents before Joe Biden have faced 91 charges from four indictments (or any charges from ANY indictments). There’s a strong possibility that if Trump is elected in November, he may have already been convicted of a federal crime.
Can a President take the Oath of Office on the steps of the Capitol in leg irons, handcuffs, and an orange prison jumpsuit? I’m just asking for a friend….
This argument, then, isn’t about Trump’s ability to effectively do the job of “Presidenting”; it’s about staying out of prison.
But what if he is convicted and can’t stay out of prison? Then what happens? I’m neither a lawyer nor a constitutional scholar, so I can’t speak to this from a place of authority. That said, I don’t believe there’s anything in the Constitution that would address a situation where a President is also a convicted felon.
He couldn’t vote as a convicted felon, but could Donny Diaperfull serve as Chief Executive from a prison cell? And wouldn’t a President in an orange jumpsuit be a bad look for an American leader within the international community?
Or, even better, could we have a President with an ankle monitor?
The mind fairly boggles at the possibilities, no??
I mean, WTF??
If nothing else, though, what Trump’s legal entanglements have lacked in excitement for us non-legal types have been made up for in “WTF???” moments.
Yes, Mango Mussolini’s legal showdowns have all, in one way or another, managed to degrade into B-grade clusterfucks with you-know-who as the ringmaster and America’s top parking garage lawyer, Alina Habba, at his side.
Despite the cheap theatrics, it hasn’t been anywhere near as entertaining as any rational person might have hoped for.
It takes a special kind of stupid to press the barrel of a gun to your temple and pull the trigger until you hear the boom, but guess what?
in Judge Engoron’s Manhattan courtroom…a certain quadrice-indicted twice-impeached popular-vote-losing adderall-huffing insurrection-leading testimony-ducking judge-threatening lawyer-ignoring witness-tampering day-one-dictatoring disabled-veteran-dishonoring inheritance-squandering language-mangling serial-sexual-predating draft-dodging casino-bankrupting butler-bullying daughter-perving hush-money-paying real-estate-scamming bone-spur-faking ketchup-hurling justice-obstructing classified-war-plan-thieving golf-cheating weather-map-defacing horse-paste-promoting paper-towel-flinging race-baiting tax-evading evidence-destroying charity-defrauding money-laundering diaper-filling 91-count fluorescent tangerine felony factory was exactly that special kind of stupid.
[it] was the day of closing arguments in the Big Trump Family Fraud Fuckery Trial, and as things were wrapping up, Chris Kies, the smirking-because-he-got-paid-in-advance frat lawyer raised his hand with a question for Judge Engoron: could Donald Trump say a few words on his own behalf?
At precisely this point, court watchers and reporters in attendance could feel their brains beginning to melt.
They instantly knew that Mount Vesuvius was about to erupt, no matter what Judge Engoron said or did.
never mind that Engoron had previously denied such a request.
Donald Trump won’t make his own closing argument after all in his New York civil business fraud trial after his lawyers objected to the judge’s insistence that the former president stick to “relevant” matters and “not deliver a campaign speech.”
Judge Arthur Engoron nixed Trump’s unusual plan on Wednesday, a day ahead of closing arguments.
Engoron sighed and asked if Trump would be willing to stick to the facts and the —
Trump didn’t bother to let Engoron finish his sentence. he stood up and threw a grievance-soaked technicolor shit-fit.
Perhaps it was Trump’s way of saying, “Fuck it, if I’m going down, I’m going down in a blaze of glory.” Or perhaps it was just another example of him not knowing when to STFU, which would be my choice if I were a betting man.
Either way, Trump did himself no favors, but perhaps that wasn’t what he wanted to do. Maybe the world’s most narcissisticly selfish and morbidly obese man-baby just needed an excuse to unleash a “poor pitiful me” whine-fest upon the court and the attending reporters, whom he knew would eat it up.
This is a political witch hunt the likes of which nobody has ever seen before,” he ranted. “They owe me damages for what they’ve done.”
“We’re a very innocent company,” he continued. “We did everything right. They have no witness against us other than Michael Cohen, who’s a discredited felon. They have no witnesses against us whatsoever. They don't have one piece of paper.”
“It's a disgrace, and they should pay me damages. That's the way it should be. They should be paying me damages. This is a disgraceful situation. [...]”
“I don’t know that we’re going to get a fair ruling, but everybody knows what I just said. This is a sham, and it's a shame,” he remarked.Trump even attacked the judge.
“You have your own agenda,” Trump told Engoron. “You can’t listen for more than one minute!”
Judge Engoron let Trump continue before then saying he had one minute left. He then cut him off and urged his attorney to “please control your client.”
Control your client? Seriously?
Repeat after me, y’all: NOBODY PUTS BABY IN A BOX!!!
Of course, as tiresome as his act is, I suspect Trump lacks the self-awareness to recognize the damage he’s doing to his cause. As pure theater, though, you just can’t beat this shit. I mean, you couldn’t possibly make this stuff up, right? No screenwriter who wasn’t on acid could script a story like this and not be laughed out of a producer’s office.
And yet, there was Orange Jesus, who’d already been told he couldn’t deliver closing remarks, doing precisely that…and doing a damned poor job. It was a thing of beauty if you’re someone (like me) who can’t want to see Trump’s empire stripped down to his skivvies.
I look forward to the day when he has trouble renting a rat-infested hovel in Hoboken. That would be almost enough to make me believe in a benevolent God.
Almost.
there’s a very precise legal term for what Trump is — a stupid fucking idiot.
Trump was already fucked in this trial — he and his larcenous children were determined to be guilty months ago — and he just fucked himself harder.
has this dipshit never heard of throwing yourself at the mercy of the court?
“your honor, take pity on me please, I’m a moron.”
by never ceasing to be a pain in the ass, by refusing to play by the rules, by violating every gag order — by being a stupid fucking idiot — Trump has pretty much guaranteed that he’s going to receive the stiffest possible penalties.
in all likelihood, Trump is going to be fined hundreds of millions of dollars. he’ll be forbidden from borrowing money from banks. his business certificates have already been canceled. he’ll have to sell off all his decayinig vermin-infested properties.
Bedminister’s next owner will make Donny dig up Ivana and take him with her.
worst of all for Trump, the entire world will know that he’s a bankrupt loser.
oh my god, I think I’m overdosing on schadenfreude as I’m typing this.
As am I, though I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself. Trump has a way of dragging things out through appeals so that the days of accountability may be in the distant future. Keep in mind, Orange Jesus is 77, and with any luck, trans fats will have their way with him, and we’ll no longer have to worry about his sorry ass.
Ah, be still my foolish heart….
Trump’s typical strategy is delay, delay, delay. In his case, it may work because it’s possible that he'll be worm food by the time he’s exhausted all his appeals and delaying tactics.
I dream of a day when I can go through an entire 24-hour news cycle without hearing “Donald Trump” once. That seems so little to ask, yet on an impossibility scale of 1-10 today, I’d say it’s roughly a 257. Still, there was a time when we lived in a Trump-free world, and the time will come when we will again. Maybe not today, next month, or even next year…but someday. It will be glorious, like “Morning in America” all over again, this time without Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Bush, and Edwin Meese.
This skidmark on the fabric of humanity will not be a stain on that fabric forever, just longer than perhaps most of us would like. When he’s gone, though, he will neither be long remembered nor celebrated. And the line of good and decent Americans waiting to relieve themselves on his grave will extend for miles.
When my turn comes, I will have consumed roughly two liters of water, and my bladder will be fit to burst. I’m not going to waste my opportunity to make my statement.
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It’s beyond comprehension to the lengths his evilgelicans will go to kiss his golden cock ring. Their dignity is so emaciated now, they can’t get enough red meat to satiate their anemia. Maybe the zombie apocalypse is their fate inside the bubble of earth 2.
I too will be in line to pay respect with a golden shower at his grave of ill repute.