I conducted a brief thought experiment today. Simply put … What if everyone who ever signed a Non Disclosure Agreement with Turmp, suddenly decided they no longer wished to abide by its restrictions and gleefully started to tell and write all that they were privy to? I doubt they would have much of a legal case going forward (technically), but that might be irrelevant. What could Turmp and his ever-so-brilliant (Rudy, are you paying attention?) legal team do? Sue everyone? EVERYONE?
Imagine if they did. Within days, nay, within minutes, Turmp’s legal scavengers would be slurping up the billable hours like they were an armadillo splattered across the two-lane, and his Orangeness would be knock, knock, knocking on the Kremlin’s door asking for a payday loan on the future installments of services yet to be rendered. In my mind’s eye I see a puddle of fetid orange goo gurgling on the floor of Mar-a-Lago’s gaudiest suite, raging impotently at its inability to stop the torrent of vindictive karma that would be unleashed. Of course, this would never happen, except in my alternate universe. But I can dream, dammit. I can dream.