Today in history, from The Associated Press:
On May 30, 2024, Donald Trump became the first former American president to be convicted of felony crimes as a New York jury found him guilty of all 34 charges in a scheme to illegally influence the 2016 election through a hush money payment to a porn actor who said the two had sex.
Also on this date: In 1431, Joan of Arc, condemned as a heretic, was burned at the stake in Rouen, France.
Sorry about that, Joan. In a righteous world you would have lived to a ripe old age and this other would have been a fatty chunk of long pig sputtering on the grill.
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He’s 238 pounds of world class asshole. The judge granted an unconditional discharge, which is legal speak for no penalties, as sentence, but the conviction stands. He is a convicted, by a jury, felon.
It was nice to see a few judges slapping his little dick down yesterday. Not that it means much when applied to someone who doesn’t believe that the law applies to him. But still.
Also, I love that the new response — “I didn’t want it anyway!” — is even more childish than the usual Troof Social screed. Before long he’ll be face down on the Oval Office carpet, pounding his tiny bruised fisties and kicking his cankle-packed Florsheims.
World class you say? Maybe even trans-universe asshole. I’d love to see an animated cartoon of him playing golf in hell with Hitler, John Wayne Gacy and Bernie Madoff-the ultimate golf foursome. And they would all have to carry their own golf bags soaked in raccoon urine. On every hole, there would be jeering crowds thowing unmentionalble items and liquids at them as they made their way around the course. Oh, and after the final hole they start all over again and again and again.
I heard that he’s going to headline the great american street fair by walking on top of the water for the whole length of the reflecting pond swimming pool. The best hell for him would to be completely ignored in abject poverty and living in a van down by the river.
“Must not be a king. He’s got shit all over him.”
World (lack of) class, is what. Also, it would be nice if every golf shot in Hell boomeranged to clock these assholes right between the horns. And then exploded. Boy, would that ever be a long 18 holes.
“Some say the greatest President if all time. GOAT! DONALD J. TRUMP.”
He wrote that about himself replacing “all the third rate performers that nobody listens to anyway” on his social media.
First, I would like any dumpster supporters lurking on the fringes to tell me that’s OK for a president to describe themselves that way.
Second, who is going to this great American state fair to listen to this guy talk about himself for 90 minutes or more? Oh, they are forcing service people to go you say?
This shit is not normal or OK. Springsteen and company should draw a big crowd!
Due process is nice, pairs well with the absence of cruel and unusual … but there’s a place for the expedience of going from sentencing straight to the burning stake.
The appeals process does seem heavily skewed toward The Money Power. For us Little People, once verdict and sentence are pronounced, the echoes of same have yet to fade before we’re cuffed, roughed, and marched off to gaol or gallows (“the Irish swingset,” as the Brits used to call it).
Brittany Howard, oh yea. I’d like to play a few blues tunes with her!