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Having sworn on the Bible to tell the truth, he said, very simply, “Mementos.”
“So, sir, is that why you took those documents? Is that why they ended up in storage at Mar A Lago?”
“Innocent. I’m an innocent man being unfairly attacked. You know, when you leave your old house or when you leave your job, doesn’t everyone take along some memories to treasure. I wasn’t going to do much with them, but I thought maybe they’d be nice to look at in my old age. I thought maybe I’d show them to my great-grandkids some day. You think that national security would be threatened if I showed them to a two year old?”
“But so many, sir. Why did you take so many?”
“You know me, I guess I’m just a very very sentimental guy.”
“But, sir, didn’t you worry that someone with evil motives might read them?”
“You gotta be kidding. At the White House I never read them. Not a single one. And I was the President—best President ever. Those things are boring. They didn’t even have any pictures. So how could anyone else ever find them of interest.”
“But they weren’t secure. Didn’t you worry about that?”
“Not secure, you say. My guys at Mar A Lago are the best security people in the world. Former boxers, wrestlers, and weight lifters, strong guys with short tempers. I hired them on good recommendation from my friends, guys like Rocco and Mario from New Jersey. Believe me, you don’t want to mess with them.”
“But these are very serious charges, sir. Why is it you don’t seem to be very upset. Can you explain the smile on your face?”
“You’re right, I can’t stop smiling. And I’ll tell you a secret if you promise not to tell anyone, especially Melania.”
“What is it, sir. What’s your secret?”
“Those idiots, those fools. They rampaged through my hallways and my storage rooms. They looked everywhere and found everything, or so they thought.”
But they didn’t, sir?”
“They didn’t find my Playboys. And not my collection of centerfolds either. Things like those government documents, you can leave them around without worrying too much. But I stashed away the important stuff so well that all the pretty boy detectives who ransacked my house never found them. Those feds think they’re so smart, but let me ask you, who’s the smart one now?”
A Florida jury is likely to have at least one member bamboozled by Trump. And the judge is Aileen Cannon, a miserably unqualified Trump appointee, who earlier tried to interfere with this investigation, and who will do everything she can to retard the trial. The evidence, photographic and of every other sort, is overwhelming. The man is guilty on every count and probably on any number of counts Jack Smith did not bother to charge. But as has happened regularly all through Trump’s long and gross life, justice is by no means assured.
Retard, pun intended?
Richard,
Whatever i wrote that you spotted was so unintended that I’m not sure what you’re referring to. Did I subconsciously pun?????