Already the only U.S. president twice impeached, Trump continues to overachieve, as Thursday he became the only president—sitting or former—to face criminal indictment.
He’ll face arraignment Tuesday in New York. Not the Tuesday two weeks ago he had predicted, but Tuesday, anyway. So at least on this occasion he wasn’t completely lying.
And understand, this indictment handed down by a Manhattan grand jury will not be a one-off. Trump will face additional state and federal indictments for much more serious crimes. You know, incitement of violent insurrection, election fraud, additional tax fraud, attempting to overthrow the government of the United States, mishandling of classified documents, that sort of thing.
Trump and his shysters reportedly were unprepared for the timing of Thursday’s indictment, thinking it was at least weeks away. In fact, there are reports that Trump had started to believe he would somehow avoid indictment. Surprise, surprise…
Now, of course, we cue the Cultists. Just as they tell us with their pretzel logic that guns have nothing at all to do with gun violence, they’re now predictably claiming that any Trump prosecution by any entity at any time for any alleged crime is purely politically motivated.
Nah, any political benefit for Trump’s opponents is simply “added value.” Trump will face serial indictments for serial crimes because in each case there is sufficient evidence to establish probable cause that he has committed felonies. You know, that whole “rule of law” thing. That whole, “no one is above the law” thing. Perhaps even the Cultist lap-dog apologists have heard of those concepts.
As we approach Easter, Trump will now use fake nails to hammer himself to a fake cross and become a fake martyr. How do I know that? It’s a gift, I guess. I’m Nostradamus.
Trump now routinely tells his MAGA Minions that, “They’re not coming for me, they’re coming for you.”
Wrong again, Donnie. We are coming for you.
As you read this, does it look and sound like there’s some bounce in my fingers on this Friday morning?
I’ll own it.