“One could end up in prison”
On Friday evening, the Iowa Republican Party had an event. It was a dinner — the Lincoln Dinner, and all Republican presidential candidates were invited to attend. Many of them did, and Donald Trump was one of them.
And Trump proceeded to headline this dinner, — bounding onto the stage (Actually — this is Trump we’re talking about, so… HOBBLING onto the stage) with music blaring. That music was a song about going to prison. The song in question was by Brooks & Dunn: “One could end up in prison; one just might be President.”
Now this song was playing for ALL the candidates so it is possible Trump was not aware of the lyrics. And actually he is said to be furious about it in the aftermath. (If he didn’t know, that is actually pretty amusing.)
That does NOT change the fact that Trump has been trying to make himself out to be some sort of Martyr in an effort to get votes. One just has to look at his fundraising emails to know that. The bad boy. The renegade who stole a piece of America — confidential documents he had no right to take.
The truth obviously has no meaning to these people. They simply don’t care. Trump could truly shoot someone on Fifth Avenue, and these zombies would not bat an eye.
I understand the anger — no — the RAGE that so many have toward Donald Trump. And it’s not just about January 6. It’s about the fact that the man makes literally everything into a joke. To him, it IS all a joke. He has a criminal mind, and criminal minds don’t care about right and wrong.
But for people who fiercely love the country, it is awful to see America’s laws mocked so terribly by Trump and his peeps. So I get where the smoldering rage comes from. Sometimes I feel it too. But not so much lately. That’s because we have in America, a man who follows Trump’s every move.
We have a Special Prosecutor with the heart of a lion — a dauntless, bold warrior whose eyes pierce the traitor’s very soul, who knows Trump better than Trump knows himself, a resourceful and resolute, king of the criminal jungle who doesn’t know the meaning of the word, “fear.”
We have a man whose mere flicker of a stare can reduce Donald Trump to mush — and make him desperate. Jack Smith is on the case. He’s golden — and fearless — and brilliant. And he won’t let us down. So let Trump play all the prison songs he wants. He won’t be smiling when the handcuffs come out.
