What did we expect?

With regard to the hush money show trial, Walt can only say that Act II is finally over. As any opera or drama lover knows, Act II is when things grow darkest for the good guys. Act III is when there's a big turnaround, the cavalry arrives, and the good triumph, as is Only Right And Just.

A thought from Ed. Did you ever notice that "Trump" is only two letters short of "triumph"? Just sayin'...

In the first two acts, the Dumbocrats' DEI appointee, Alvin Braggart, won bigly. He got the indictments, kept President Trump off the campaign trail for weeks, and finally got convictions on all 34 counts. With Judge Merchan of Death, a former prosecutor and kangaroo trainer in charge of things, it couldn't be otherwise. He took over the persecution from Day One, leaving the D.A.s with nothing to do but nod and applaud.

Just to make sure, though, the judge did two things at the end of the trial which largely forced the jury to find for the State state's case. First, he failed to sequester the jury. Maybe during the trial that wasn't necessary, but when the jury began its deliberations theyshould have been kept incommunicado, thus insulated from the anti-Trump rants of interested parties and the lickspittle media. 

Then, yesterday, the highly conflicted judge did something unheard of. Normally, when a judge has something to say to a jury, he says it in open court, with all parties and their counsel present, to ensure transparency and fairness. Yesterday, around 1600 EDT, the jury, having deliberated (???) for nearly 11 hours, wanted to call it quits for the day. 

Normally -- and I grant you this show trial has been anything but normal -- the presiding judge would call the jury back into the courtroom to admonish them not to discuss the case with anyone (haha) and send them home. Or he might just send the bailiff to the jury room to let them go. But is that what happened?

Noooo.... At about 1620, Judge Doom, having learned that the jury had not reached a verdict, decided to go into the jury room himself to have a little talk with the seven unbiased men and five unbiased women (haha) who were supposed to decide Mr Trump's fate. Sort of like the puppet-master appearing from behind the curtain to make sure the strings were fastened correctly.

And sure enough, a few minutes later the court was told that the jury had reached a decision after all. A unanimous decision, no-one dissenting. Guilty. On all 34 counts. Quelle surprise!

The decision will be appealed, of course. The Merchan of Death to Trump committed so many reversible errors that the verdict cannot possibly stand. Remember what happend in Episodes IV, V and VI of Star Wars? Let's go have a drink (or three) and make ourselves comfortable for Act III. It ain't over until Lizzo sings!

You'll see a lot of these memes in the coming days. We got this one from Blazing Cat Fur. Follow the link to read "Yes, It Was Rigged", Rich Lowry, Editor-in-Chief of the National Review, 30/5/24. Pass it on to all the anti-Trumpers you know.