Happy Sentencing Day
To all who celebrate
Though he squirmed like a frog on a hot griddle to avoid it, former and incoming Pres. Donald J. Trump will be sentenced today for his (it’s hard to keep track, innit?) hush-money attempts to interfere with the 2016 presidential election.
I’m with Norman Eisen on this more accurate wording.
If you’ll remember, the raping fraud was found guilty of falsifying business records in an attempt to hide money he paid to adult film actor/director Stormy Daniels, with whom he’d shared congress outside the marital bounds. Though Trump once bragged that he could shoot someone on Fifth Avenue and get away with it, there’s gunfire and then there’s extramarital affairs, and it appears he figured pre-election news about Daniels might make a dent in his confounding popularity. As Eisen wrote last year for CNN (remember this was before the raping fraud was found guilty, so adjust the wording in your head):
The crime alleged in this case is felony document falsification, as the judge detailed. That requires intent to conceal, aid or commit another crime. Here, the prosecution alleges that the intent was to violate federal campaign finance laws and also the state statute prohibiting the “unlawful influence” of an election — i.e., election interference.
The aging, raping golfer has tried absolutely everything to avoid today, including appealing to the Supreme Court, which refused to hear the case — but only barely. Looky looky who wanted to grant Trump a reprieve, a group that seems uniquely dedicated to bad jurisprudence:
I know. It’s silly to get excited about this because the pussy-grabbing, draft-dodger, small-handed fraudster who rapes continues to sidestep any kind of legal or moral responsibility. We already know he won’t serve time in jail for this, and he may not even get a slap on the wrist (see “unconditional discharge” and join me at the window to shout swear words at the sky) and in 10 days? He’ll be inaugurated.
So please, Baby Jesus, I’m not looking for revenge (per se), but a little justice on a cold January day would be lovely.
I'll be glued to the TV at 9:30 a m. Raise a glass of OJ! And yet I still have a sense that far too many actually think this sentencing will make some kind, any kind, of difference. Feeling good (as I will) is lovely, but it accomplishes nothing. I considered the man a vampire that nothing could kill long before the assassination attempts. So while today thrills me I am also certain it will make zero difference. What offers giddy hope, in my view, is that the SCOTUS refused to block the proceedings. So perhaps a modestly productive strategy for today is to earnestly pray for four years (and ten days) of good health for the five justices who don't believe the POTUS is above the law. What a concept! But if God wishes to indulge me a tad further, I am also praying for Sub-Zero and blizzard conditions in D.C. on the 20th, or even just rain (a cold driving rain) would be nice. Baby Jesus are you listening?
I won't watch a minute because, like Theresa wrote "I'm sick of that." Juxtaposing today's proceedings with yesterday's farewell to a good and decent man illustrates the depths to which our country has sunk! Starch that one!!