High flying, adored, what happens now? Where do you go from here? For someone on top of the world, the view’s not exactly clear.
I’m talking about Dozo the KKKlown, of course, who is watching his empire crumble, and we know it, and he knows we know it. Justice for a creature such as he is of the death-by-a-thousand-cuts style. Seven jurors are seated in his trial, and things are utterly out of his hands and it’s destroying him and Trump media closed at 22.84 yesterday. In the words of Michael Jackson: hee hee.
Good. The damage he has done to this country is incalculable. Don’t look down, it’s a long, long way to fall.
And he’s fallen. Judge Juan Marchan “is reading Trump memes reposted by prospective jururs into the record and periodically apologizing for any offense given. The latest: ‘Trump invites the Thai boys [from the cave rescue in 2018] to the White House and the boys request to return to their cave.’” That’s an account from Joshua Friedman yesterday.
I am DYING. I’ve been snickering about that one ever since I read it. Friedman also reports that “A prospective juror who reposted an AI-generated video in which AI Donald Trump says ‘I’m dumb as fuck’ has been dismissed for cause.” Remember, I’m a petty bitch who loves this. I’m Petty in Pink today. (Said video is on YouTube).
I have no reason to believe that Judge Juan Marchan is anything other than an excellent jurist. But I also believe that there’s a part of him that’s enjoying this. Because Trump has to sit there and just take it. He cannot react. He cannot leave. He cannot do anything but fill his diaper and dream of throwing ketchup bottles. Well played, Judge Marchan. It’s a great revenge, and it’s not like he’s not doing his job as a judge; we do need to know potential juror biases, right?
Let that loser get a taste of how powerlessness feels. That’s him in the corner. That’s him in the spotlight, losing his religion. He’s faced with irrefutable proof—a lot of it—of just how much he is hated, reviled, mocked. He hasn’t had to face it before because all of the information he consumed was carefully curated to cushion his fragile ego. The fake “Time” magazine cover, for example. I can’t help but wonder if his falling asleep is some sort of mental fight-or-flight deal; a last-ditch effort to protect his psyche before a total narcissistic collapse. No wonder he fought so hard to keep this trial from happening. He knew, dimly, that the Sword of Damocles was going to drop eventually.
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