"Dishonesty Dripping Off It."

 

   I was going to take tonight off because, number one, I've given more than my usual volume of content and I'd originally figured, "They'll take what they can get. I've been generous enough of late with my time at the expense of my real work." And secondly, after a few shots of Bushmills whiskey, I'm admittedly half in the bag (a Long Island Ice Tea at Applebee's certainly didn't hurt) and am feeling no pain as I had a great day today regarding, again, my real work, which is my fiction.

    But then I listened to this video on Raw Story and couldn't believe what I was hearing so then I began doing a bit more research. I don't know, maybe it's my latent guilt from being raised in the Catholic faith but I would've gone to bed feeling guilty over not expounding on this latest scandal/court bitch-slapping that Donald Trump has been receiving of late.

     Essentially, none of Trump's shysters are willing to swear in a signed, sworn affidavit that Donald Trump had in fact, turned over every single document belonging to the government. Because they realized perhaps long ago that their client is a lying sack o' shit who can't be trusted to give you the correct time of day if he thinks there's an edge to giving you the wrong time.

     Uh uh, they collectively said to the 11th Circuit, knowing damned good and well that doing so could very likely involve forfeiture of their law license and getting disbarred. Which, obviously, is a chance Commander Bone Spurs is willing to take, brave warrior that he is. Christina Bobb, the former right wing talking head who decided to run blindly into the mine field of Donald Trump's ceaseless legal war, found that out the hard way when one of Trump's other lawyers browbeat her into signing such a document attesting to the same thing, which was what she'd done in May.

     This reluctance to put their law licenses on the chopping block comes hot on the heels of Trump's legal team admitting that, yes, we've found even more classified documents in an ordinary storage facility in fucking West Palm Beach along with, if you can believe it, swords and wrestling belts, which is part and parcel to Trump's trash-strewn life that always pandered to the lowest and most common denominator.

     Seriously, why not headless mannequins in the back of vintage automobiles and decapitated heads in jars?

     Chris Kise, don't forget, one of the very few exceptions to the hyperpartisan sleaze factor in Trump's crumbling legal team, was the guy who'd suggested doing just what they're doing now, months before being ordered to by a judge- "Let's look for the rest of the documents then turn them over to the pertinent authorities."

     Kise got sidelined a day or two later because obviously Don Donald couldn't have that! There's Mar a Lago guests to impress, leverage to be applied, money to be made!

     And now here we are, with Trump's mouthpieces unwilling to go that last mile for him knowing it could get them disbarred, something that former Trump fixer Giuliani is fighting in DC even as we speak. 

     And, even though he has a voice more irritating than fingernails on a blackboard, Harry Litman is right- This whole sad, sorry shitshow of a court case, now bereft of a special master, thereby with all the documents now in the hands of the DOJ so they can continue working at their natural pace, has "dishonesty dripping off it."

     Seriously. Trump's history of prevarication makes a dog's leg look as straight as a fucking yardstick. And any shyster still willing to work for that fetid piece of dog shit must, one must conclude, hold their law license in complete and utter contempt.