By David Glenn Cox
In a way, a very small way, I can sympathize with Donald Trump. Come into the courtroom each day and sit down as every eye in the room watches your every blink and facial expression for some hint. Some inkling of what goes on inside that smooth little twisted mind of his. Trump sits there sphinx mum. That must be a unique experience for a man who makes his living by talking shit and running his pie hole.
Trump’s lawyer argues, “It’s not fair! Everybody can say mean things about Donald Trump, but Donald Trump can’t say mean things in return.” Forgetting of course, that his client is on trial and everyone else is not. It is a handicap for most defendants as they face criminal trial for their crimes, while their accusers do not. Whataboutism taken to the next level.
Joe Biden can make Stormy weather cracks, but Trump can’t make cracks about the trial judge. Is this still America? Reaching a school yard level argument about who said what first. Like moving three yards of sand with a teaspoon, it gets a little tedious. A whole day’s testimony reduced down to a two-minute sound bite with thirty seconds left to fill. Slow.
Hours of minutia and procedure and of always taking the long way around the block. The defense strategy becomes obvious. Trying to throw out anchors trying to stop the runaway train. Watching a mystery movie unfold when you already know who done it. A cancelled check, Flipped attorney and National Enquirer publisher David Pecker. There is a sense of inevitability here. A sense of I’s dotted and of T’s crossed. Going through the motions towards the inevitable “Have you reached a verdict?”
Team Trump offers only complete misdirection. Trump’s gag orders overshadowing the actual hush money trial itself. Not look what Donald Trump did. But look what they are doing to Donald Trump! So obviously, any guilty verdict must be politically motivated and the product of a crooked judiciary. Trump already has his own conviction cooked into the pie. Donald Trump victim, show us on the doll where the prosecution touched you!
Let’s rewind the clock here a bit. Donald Trump had his alleged affair with Stormy Daniels specifically because it would help his ego and reputation. “He makes it with Porn actresses! He’s cool.” In a ninth-grade boys locker-room sort of way. If it had been some big tittied bar maid from Biloxi, Trump would have paid her no attention. An aging lion trying to prove to himself, he’s not so old after all.
Without the election Trump is only paying to keep his wife from finding out. $130,000 to keep his wife Malaria in the dark? That doesn’t make any sense to pay out when balancing it out. After all, how surprised could she actually be? Imagine, you are a former Porn actress who began having an affair with Donald Trump while he was still married to his second wife. Who began an affair with his second wife while he was still married to his first wife.
You see the headlines! Wait a minute! Malaria would never see the National Enquirer headlines unless she was in the grocery store checkout line. Try and visualize that for a moment. Malaria Trump in a Gucci outfit and heels pushing a grocery cart through the Piggly Wiggly. Loaded down with Pop-Tarts, Oreos and Yoo Hoos! Standing in line her eyes meet the headlines. “Shock! Dismay! Oh no, it can’t be true! Donald would never do this to me! See what I mean? How surprised could she really be?
Trump tried to say E. Jean Carroll wasn’t his type and maybe Malaria could accept that excuse. But a big tittied porn actress with an appetite for money and loose morals? That’s a bit of hard a sell. Stormy is definitely Trump’s type. Cheap and easy and not even needing a green card.
How does Malaria Trump do it? What makes her stick by Trump? Wholesome family values perhaps or true love or a prenup arrangement? Maybe like life insurance the payout and equity increases by the month. Malaria is essential in defending the Trump façade. Millions of morons and just plain Joe’s can still believe Donald Trump’s excuses. But if Malaria walks out, she takes Trump’s credibility with her.
Malaria holds the wooden stake over Dracula’s heart. Poor, poor Pagliacci! All alone in the Fuhrer bunker. This is what it sounds like when the doves cry! Eva? I mean, Malaria? Where are you? If she were to take a powder, female Trump supporters might stop to question, why? As long as she remains silent Donald Trump is viable (sort of).
I say sort of because there is strain and fatigue on Trump’s face. Trump is struggling to stay on top of the glass mountain. How long can he keep it up? In court all day and then flying to some tarmac in Podunk somewhere to rally the weed benders and tobacco chewers. How long can Trump keep it up? (That’s what she said!)
The strain is too great on Trump as he tries to pretend, it is all just like it used to be. Generating an illusion of smoke and mirrors of his happy family. Donald Trump is trying to pretend and convince America that he is not just trying to outrun the law but actually running for President.
“In keeping silent about evil, in burying it so deep within us that no sign of it appears on the surface, we are implanting it, and it will rise up a thousand-fold in the future. When we neither punish nor reproach evildoers, we are not simply protecting their trivial old age, we are thereby ripping the foundations of justice from beneath new generations.” ― Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn