Trump’s lordly and dignified behavior in New York yesterday was perfect. I don’t want to offend any religious readers, but—after all, this IS “Holy Week”, and I can’t help thinking:”As a sheep before the slaughter is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth”.
…but last night, of course, lo, he openeth!
A clear and dispassionate speech, as my fave poet woulda put it, “of what is passed, and passing, and to come”.
Lemme just focus on poor Alan Weissman, imprisoned on Rikers Island for a “crime” which ordinarily woulda been handled by the IRS writing a letter to the effect, “Dear Sir, hey, we think you owe us more in taxes; will ya pay up?”
Trump said, and I don’t doubt it, that the gent was offered a great deal: no jail time ( or maybe just like 90 days) if he would tell ‘em sump’n, anything, implicating Trump—OR ten years if he wouldn’t.
Proving once again to my satisfaction that a truly innocent person is far far worse off , if he gets sucked into the criminal “justice” system , than if he were a common criminal : the latter has info to trade, the innocent man does not.
Weve got our Judas in Michel Cohen. But Weissman out-saints the thrice-denying Peter.
Oh, the passion of Trump is just beginning, as he himself fully understands.
Can WE wait and watch through this Gethsemane?
(Okay, forgive me—but the confluence of this manifestly selective persecution with Holy Week is just…too…overwhelming.)