Friday, December 27, 2024

So Trump Is A Monarch Now?

And judge, jury, and executioner? Or is he just the Queen of Hearts?
`Why, there they are!' said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts on the table. `Nothing can be clearer than that. Then again--"Before she had this fit--" you never had fits, my dear, I think?' he said to the Queen. 
`Never!' said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the Lizard as she spoke. (The unfortunate little Bill had left off writing on his slate with one finger, as he found it made no mark; but he now hastily began again, using the ink, that was trickling down his face, as long as it lasted.) 
`Then the words don't fit you,' said the King, looking round the court with a smile. There was a dead silence. 
`It's a pun!' the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed, `Let the jury consider their verdict,' the King said, for about the twentieth time that day. 
`No, no!' said the Queen. `Sentence first--verdict afterwards.'
Except Trump is more pasteboard than the Queen of Hearts. He would forego even the appearance of a trial.

He’s not dangerous. He’s just a pitiful joke. 

Herod would eat him for a snack.

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