Almost predictably, once a criminal exhaust all forms of excuses for his or her crimes, what documents, I gave them back, evidence was planted, they belong to me, and the dog ate my homework, faking insanity is generally—to borrow a phrase, the last resort of a scoundrel. Although the text of Trump’s conversation with his staff and the writers of a book about former Chief of Staff Mark Meadows was known, hearing the newly released audio tapes Monday night shed new light. The mirth, giggles, and disregard for the secrets of the United States were on full display. Anyone exercising objectivity knows the former president performs like a narcissistic clod prone to braggadocio and self-aggrandizement. Hearing him shuffle war plans to the delighted squeals of his private audience was jarring.
We also got a glimpse of how he carries a grudge like an ant scurrying back to his layer with a crumb of bread, pushing the excessive weight uphill, unable to let go for fear of being crushed by his hubris.
His pride may truly goeth before his fall.
Mr. Trump is his own worst enemy when simply keeping quiet could save his ample bacon. The case of writer E. Jean Carroll is a prime example. In May, Mr. Trump was found liable for sexually assaulting and defaming Ms. Carroll because he could not shut his mouth. He denied her claims and called her a liar publicly in interviews, rallies, and any other venue that would give him an audience. The time to profess innocence was in court. His over-inflated ego would not allow him to pursue justice correctly, costing him five million dollars.
Most legal scholars believe Trump is one step closer to a jail cell. It has been speculated he is seeking a return to the presidency for a hail-Mary shot at a self-pardon. The hang-up is his having to admit guilt. If he fails at his attempt to re-enter the White House, he is left with one alternative, pleading insanity. Would a man who has claimed to have the greatest memory, superior intellect, superior genetics, and knows words; stoop so low? Mental health is a serious issue not to be trivialized. Still, a man who would make fun of a reporter with a disability onstage for the merriment of his crowd is not above using and abusing mental illness as a ploy.
Donald Trump has allegedly lived around the edges of the law, abusing the court system, refusing to pay vendors and lawyers, and is accused of compromising the country’s security. The question I believe has entered his mind is, am I willing to pull a Vinnie “The Chin” Gigante? Gigante headed the Genovese crime family for two decades. When prison walls were in his near future, he wandered the streets of Greenwich Village in a bathrobe and slippers, feigning mental illness and picking up the moniker the “Oddfather.” The idea of a rumpled Trump wandering around Manhattan may be more than he can bear, but if one is willing to fleece one’s country, wearing fleece is not a bridge or bathrobe too far.
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