The worst part to a summary trial by a lynch mob has got to be the superior, mocking good cheer of everybody present in the moments before your inevitable death sentence, which has already been decided. The sick feeling you have looking around at the smiles of the people about to cheer your execution must be what a tiny prey animal feels like when it’s being batted playfully between a cat’s paws. Imagine that feeling of powerlessness seared into you by the satisfied smiles of the assembled sadists and voyeurs, before the actual sadism of the deliberately painful execution starts, as the leaders of the lynch mob make their cruel jokes at your expense. What the fuck are they laughing about? you must think, as they begin cutting your fingers off in preparation for the fiery grand finale of the lynching. What indeed are they laughing about?
I have had many opportunities to ponder this lately. SAD! I keep thinking of Judge Martha Kavanaugh’s now famous rule for a judge, the one she taught her choir boy son: use your common sense, what rings true? what rings false? If you apply this rule, most of what passes as legitimate process in Trump’s Washington D.C. doesn’t pass the smell test. Of course, this is a partisan statement, made by a hater, a loser, someone jealous that a young genius could be given a tiny million dollar loan from his father and parlay that into countless billions in personal wealth and then the world’s most powerful office. OK, perhaps he exaggerated a little, maybe the small loan was more like $60,000,000 (his lawyers are poring over the scandal rag NY Times hit piece that laid out their detailed lies about their client’s mere puffery, there must be some grounds to sue those fucks…) but that’s fake news for you, folks. The failing NY Times, am I right? Am I right?
I have to say, applying Martha Kavanaugh’s test– a very unfair test, by the way, very unfair– the woman sent by Bill and Hillary Clinton, Oprah and George Soros to destroy a good man, a pious and even saintly man, rang a little bell of truth when she said that she clearly remembers the laughter of the two drunken older boys who had locked her in that upstairs bedroom and turned the music up when she started protesting. That particular detail rings true (which is undoubtedly why Soros and the Clintons wrote the line for her). Two drunken prep schools boys would laugh after one of them forced himself on to a young woman, held his hand over her mouth, to scare the crap out of her, at minimum.
When you get a trial from a lynch mob it’s got to be quick. That’s the main feature, the extremely speedy trial. The speed of that trial is blinding because there is no need for cross-examination, testimony, investigation, motions, objections, evidence, doubt, remarks from the judge, pointless discussions about so-called justice. Justice is we get to kill this guilty fuck. Or, in other cases, justice is we have a 51-49 majority so we win– whatever you might think, whatever millions in the streets might think, whatever the mothers and fathers of every fifteen year-old girl in the country might think.
But here’s the funny part about all that, if we can take a brief break for a bit of levity and a raspy laugh, the mothers and fathers of at least 40% of the millions of American fifteen year-old girls believe that their daughters would never, under any circumstances, drink a beer in a house where the adults were gone, with a bunch of already drunk seventeen year-old guys and only one other girl there. Inconceivable, you understand? Our daughter is not a little slut! If we ever found out she is, we’d beat the fuck out of her– with sanctions I mean, sanctions: we’d ground her, take away her allowance, force her to come to church with us every Sunday. If this supposed assault really happened, why didn’t the girl tell her parents and take her punishment like a man? You see? You see how we know she’s a fucking liar!
The beauty of a quick trial, from the point of view of a lynch mob, is that so-called good Samaritans don’t get a chance to self-righteously ride up on their white horses and call time out. Even the people in the crowd, laughing and smirking, if their blood had a chance to cool down, and an appeal was made to their consciences, if other facts were brought out, might not be cheering when we took this sick bastard to pieces before we hung him over a fire and roasted his guilty ass. Do you see the point of a speedy trial? It’s in the Constitution!
I heard a discussion between investigative journalists recently, talking about their investigations. They all agreed that the most important single element of an investigation is time. The kiss of death, as far as truth emerging fully, is an arbitrary time limit imposed on the investigation. It takes time to talk to enough people, to find enough corroborating evidence, to come to publishable conclusions. If you write an investigative piece you need to have multiple sources for your reporting. Finding and interviewing them, and carefully checking out their stories, takes time. Before the investigative report is published it will be critically read by a team, including lawyers, who will challenge every detail, make sure the piece contains no uncorroborated speculation that could lead to a lawsuit for defamation. All of these things, the investigation, the vetting of every source, confirming the accuracy of the report based on the sources and other evidence, take time to do properly.
Which is exactly why a lynch mob has to act quickly, while they have the moral hot hand. We’re going to give this fuck a fair trial and then, before any bleeding heart bullshit artist outside troublemakers can start making a stink, we’re going to lift him up by his neck and watch his feet kick, which is exactly what he deserves, good ladies and gentlemen of the jury.
As far as the president being a liar– well, everyone knew that when he was running for office. He’s honest about the fact that he’s a liar– he makes no attempt to hide it, which makes him very truthful, in a way. He’s lying because he’s up against liars, you understand, he’s lying for us! His lawyers threatened to sue the NY Times for their vicious hit piece on him and they are going to sue the lying NY Times and put them out of business, watch. Just because he’s lying doesn’t mean they are not much worse liars than him, much worse liars.
You’re giving me a headache.
As for me, I have just one question– where are the people who are supposed to have the president’s back about his hair? They’re photographing him from his bald side now, those lying fucks?