Sunday, June 11, 2023

πŸ“ πŸ“πŸ“

I don’t think polls are the voice of God. I also don’t think people are stupid. By the 4th indictment, they’re going to be calling Trump irretrievably damaged goods. As I will continue insisting, Trump doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. Oh, and it’s only money that matters. That’s all he thinks. “Pay me, and I’ll go away by agreeing to ca plea deal where I’m not guilty.” It reminds me of Derrida’s question:  “My death, is it possible?” To Trump, incarceration = πŸ’€. He literally can’t imagine it. So maybe he can be understood as a terminal patient facing the end. And now he’s entered the bargaining stage.

He really doesn’t understand what he’s up against.
When Orin Kerr and I agree, I feel like I should go back to bed. πŸ›Œ “Surely a second coming is at hand!” "But Hillary got to do it!” No, she didn’t; and it doesn’t matter anyway.

Gym Jordan, leegill gene-yus. Too bad he already has a job. Trump needs a lawyer. Chickens, coming home to roost.

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