I believe that a fair number of you are like me, and can’t wait to see Donald J. Trump receive the hell-and-damnation business end of some karmic justice. The gods of consequence reaching down and slapping him for his lifetime of deceit, greed and arrogance towards the law.
Maybe like me, you thought the Orange Tornado would suffer some slings and arrows from the Mueller investigation, when DJT himself told others, “I’m fucked.” Or his first impeachment for gross abuse of power. Like a mobster he wanted to make a sordid deal: before Ukraine gets cash for military funding to fight, ironically, for a nation’s own law-abiding democracy, Kyiv must dig up dirt on the Bidens. Trump wanted slimy political advantage the Roy Cohn way. As we know, Donnie shows scant constraint and likes to talk, and his White House phone records, plus those officials whose duty was to listen in, laid bare the facts. He should have been convicted; he escaped.
He didn’t take his 2020 re-election loss well, which might be my greatest understatement. Convinced of the power of the repeated lie, he saddled up his horse to spread the word. A rigged, stolen election. His horse trampled truth and the public’s trust of once-revered institutions. He whipped his racehorse, named ‘Riggo,’ into a foaming frenzy that crossed the line at the Jan 6th insurrection. That impeachment didn’t work either.
Maybe he’d get caught and punished as additional detailed reporting came in of his unending stream of scandals, lawlessness, and clumsy incompetence with an emphasis on grift management. Trump set his presidency well apart as the worst in history. No president has ever been indicted for so many serious crimes, including insurrection, Espionage Act violations and many other felonies for which even a smattering of convictions would mean the remainder of his life in prison. This guy who took a Presidential Oath.
Justice has taken SO long, but Jennifer Rubin’s essay really makes my day, tells me the end is finally near.
What did Churchill say in 1942, “This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”