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What, I swear, under oath, that memo entry was dues, not booze or shoes! It was a slip of my feeble fingers. Wait, that’s what Biden would say. Maybe Trump should be on trial instead of the 34 hush-money counts to the porn star, in front of John Q Public — maybe even invoke Suzy Q — also as a probable john?

You may find it strange that I, a Democrat, am questioning Trump’s 34 felony count conviction — success obtained — and building a case for replacing it with trial for a single lesser count.
“And Justice For All” proves poignant all over again, if only in a bass-ackwards sort of way. It’s not just a Metallica concert banger.
Here’s the first of my two-part jist. Haven’t you, virtually all of you, ever fudged on your income taxes, which is even more a concern than what you put in the memo slot of your personal and/or business accounting. So in this rare case, are Trump’s travails even really a crime, or is the crime a creative mashup of existing laws, force fit into a new legal argument against a specific offender, done by attorneys over-eager for an indictment.
So dudes, (forego?) entry of “dues?” Your “baby” needs new shoes? Or spike heels? Just list that you’d bought them for your secretary, or …, and write-off the purchase for (expensive but she needed a bonus) wardrobe allowance, (though maybe have your fingers flip when entering the year.) Such practices are common enough that they don’t even make special two-way pencils for facilitating the two separate sets of these books. Can be a myth, but only involving Bond and his bombers. In England they may have different laws, and if I understand right, they use spanking for punishment, which might prompt Trump to rush to the barrister. Or, indite Q if he kept no paper trail of fake ink. From and for those (mad) scientists who’d stick all of combined human intelligence and intellect into the size of a fingernail clipping. A bonanza of potential legal fodder.
The sentence? Trump awaits July 11. Like the last two letters of and in Hell. Or 9-11.
The Judge: Trump would not necessarily have known about campaign law language in 1916, even after bragging bigtime about it to Larry King in the 1990s. But thousands of hours in lawyer time have been logged. Maybe they just should have used a few more to research the differences enacted in 20-or-so years. Then make a decision on Trump’s where-with-all of such hush-money wonderment.
Do Trump’s legal misdeeds matter to you, a witness was asked? Not at all. “I’m a businessman myself.” Did you too cheat the IRS/others? And are now cavalier about it?
In the same half-hour, it was revealed that billionaires each year bilk the government out of $150 billion.
Note not millions of dollars. With Trump’s legal defense cost it would take a few dollars from every man, woman and child in the US. Sell to them many more signed Bibles and/or ill-gotten Stormy Daniels posters. Her (basic and not black dress?) of “fee charged” was likely quite extravagant, but needed since there’s been divestiture in Stormy Daniels movie companies.

Still, Trump was delaying the agreed upon payments at “length” until close to the “vote.” He complained it was too cold in the court room, like him in the bedroom, with shrinkage. Dante would have to weigh in on this: Fire and brimstone, and fury and false figures floundering. No temp interest was expressed until Trump arrived off the bus, then was thrown under the bus, in both cases like the flick reviews.
Exit from the court was made into a range of limos. Not a jail cell, if just the right size to puke in, wait that could be from her succumbing, but Trump will likely be treated to somewhat bigger corporate measurements? Would his eventual cell indeed be larger? With the Chambers, and not Marilyn, being the size of a love seat, only.
This since not much knowledge and less room is needed in appealing and accommodating any legal documents; they’ve appallingly been back at his estate.
Way back at the start, it was revealed that the trial viewership from John Q Public — measuring its IQ? — was at 97 percent when Stormy Daniels stormed up to the stage, was expected to drop to 61 if Trump took the stand, and hovered around 59 percent during miscellaneous experts. Who would you want to watch, and it could be worse if at a trial for multiple murders, as serial killers are invariably really ugly? (Or trust stats from?) (If power of the press, ever Trump and I were to be picked out of a lineup, mano-a-mano, by Stormy Daniels if she had worn a blindfold and had to choose her former lover by “feel,” pundits dropped their cringeworthy viewer estimate to 13 percent. Dips to single digits when Trump takes off his rug, and lower single digits when he puts it back on.) 

But getting back to the less whimsical … Stormy Daniels was paid a $130,000 hush money fee — eventually. I have to wonder, with the added caveat that I’m thinking this was not done for free in the first place, would that not be prostitution? Making Trump out to be a john? And Stormy Daniels an accompliss? However, in any case, the acts she did may have served as a soon-coming presidential service, since this is the hardest job in the land and sex relieves stress and anxiety. Just not administered with a DC doc’s care. Would Trump give Stormy Daniels a pardon later, or chide her with a bad review. So if Trump’s legal bills continue to skyrocket like a Fourth of July firecracker, maybe he’ll have to operate a special edition of the major Capital newspapers and limaric contests, with an entry fee, and belly up on paying the winner, like this was a casino construction project all over again. My fave from a prior presidency as precedent printing was the winner who referred to skillful Monica Lewinsky “playing the presidential flute.”

— Foregoing limos, the 11th annual Tractor Caravan, growing in popularity and held in conjunction with the St. Croix County Fair, is in memory of Dick Sullwold.
It’s a full week ahead of the main events as the kickoff, that starting Wednesday, mid-July. So bring your farm tractor on Saturday of most any model and take an old-fashioned tour of eastern St. Croix County and its hills and fields and byways, county and maybe state highways and town roads and bergs. The caravan leaves the fairgrounds in Glenwood City at 10 a.m. The full 2024 route has just been determined.
And then Saturday, July 13, its not only the start of SCC Fair judging, but the Theatre of Pain back at The GasLite in Ellsworth as part of a motorcycle rally to aid the battle against teen suicide starting at The Corral in Durand, kickstands (kickstarted?) and up at 11 a.m. On the other end, the Motley Crue tribute band, the one many think the best coming out of the Twin Cities, takes the outdoor stage at 8 p.m. and has a bandanda lead singer who really fits the bill visually, and the warmup act Ratz, the recompense theme here is they go Round and Round as a same-era-and-style Ratt tribute band, also sports such a photo in their promo. There is a live auction right after the ride. Those with a BATS wristband get free camping overnight. —

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