Consciousness of guilt
It is difficult to feel anything but puke-inducing hatred where Donald Trump is concerned. What struck me so hard about this hearing is how hard it was for Trump to say the word “peace.” Obviously, it is an alien word to him. Nobody struggles that hard to say something if they actually believe it.
We saw so much. We heard so much. People were in mortal fear. Many called their families to say goodbye. That is how certain they were that they would not make it out that day. And as the terror rocked the Capitol — Trump fiddled. Trump fiddled while the insurrection burned.
All around him, it burned. All around him were screams and cries and fear. And he liked it. I do not write these words to send chills down anyone’s spine. But in some sense, I hope that they do.
I hope so much that minds were changed tonight. And I hope too that all of you saw — with hours of testimony — consciousness of guilt.
For there can be no other words to describe Trump’s actions. The consciousness of guilt has been brought up often. Many have wondered — did he TRULY know the mayhem that he caused?
The outtakes, the testimony — all of it — puts Trump, in my opinion, in more legal jeopardy than ever. He knew. That is what this hearing showed. He knew. He loved it. He lived for it. He showed consciousness of guilt.
He is guilty. He is guilty of not trying to stop the burning of the insurrection. He is guilty of putting Mike Pence in direct harm. He is guilty of so much that it would take a novel to write about it all.
Yes, Trump fiddled while the insurrection burned. He knew. He had consciousness of guilt. He liked it. And he must pay.
