By David Glenn Cox
Stealing a line from Professor Farnsworth, “Good news everyone!” Donald Trump’s lead attorney, Alina Habba says the state of New York will be unsuccessful in seizing Donald Trump’s assets. And she’s been wrong about everything, so far. She’s just whistling past the graveyard, “I ain’t scared.”
The judgements against Donald Trump have been signed, and the clock is ticking. 454 million dollars and rising. And if Trump wants to appeal the rulings, he has to put the money up first. Interest on the judgement is climbing at around $100,000 per month. Countdown, thirty days.
Donald Trump can file for personal bankruptcy, but that won’t help him much. It will defend his residence and two cars and maybe any retirement accounts. But most business assets will still be fair game. Where will Donald Trump go from here? Will they still love him when he’s down and out? “Brother can you spare a million?”
Will a personal bankruptcy and economic ruin dent the orange emperor’s armor in the expectant eyes of the cult? Or will they declare him a holy martyr crucified by the evil ones? Trump’s name is his brand, and his brand is Real Estate. Donald Trump puts his name on buildings, not Trumpco or Trump Incorporated but Donald Trump. Making it difficult for him to say they aren’t mine. All those buildings belong to the company. But Trump is the company. Either way it is a house of cards.
We’ve all played Monopoly and know what happens when assessed for street repairs. You just can’t cough up $454 million and expect to carry on with business as usual. Bank credit limit: ZERO! Credit cards: FROZEN! And I would expect that jet plane would go the way of Mike Lindell’s, replaced by rental planes. “Here comes Piper Cub One!”
Even being seen in the company of a Trump executive would endanger a young banker’s career. Leaving only dark money to operate on, while knowing that they are being watched. Making it hard to attract investors who fear the possible future ramifications of tying their names with Donald Trump’s. Politics is politics, but stockholders are stockholders. Round and round she goes and where she stops nobody knows. Would it ever be considered a good business move to invest with Donald Trump?
You can still love him. And you can even invite Trump home to dinner if you like, but would it be a wise move to invest large sums of money with him now? See the problem? His business has cratered, and wise employees should consider freshening up the ole resume’ about now, that could be a good idea.
This is the literal definition of “Fire Sale!” Auctioned properties never bring in what they would be worth on the open market. The cherry properties would go first and then the so, so. Leaving behind only the basement at Xanadu for Trump to try and carry on with. With no credit and high negatives, it is a fiscal impossibility.
Sneakers, that’s the answer? Selling gold lame sneakers imported by the Chinese batch load to the gullible and feebleminded. Dignity? What’s that? And if you order today, I’ll send you FREE the official Donald Trump decoder ring. You can read secret Trump messages! S-E-N-D M-E M-O-R-E M-O-N-E-Y!
There is on every Trump bingo card a FREE space called, Trump pops like a bathroom light bulb and loses it. Trump gives a 90-minute, hour long disjointed speech. leaving the assembled Nashville Bible thumpers somewhat stunned and bewildered by what they were witnessing. Trump had trouble remembering place names and confusing ideas and had trouble pronouncing words. Get that man a glass of water, no wait!
That is a lot of strain on a 77-year-old man who famously shuns exercise and loves fast food. For a man of his years, he’s regular Keith Richards. Skating on the edge of life and giving the finger to the grim reaper as he skates passed. Marcus Aurelius said, “the days of our lives are short, the days of our powers are shorter still.”
Reports say Trump was flushed and appeared tired, but that’s somewhat subjective. How tired is tired? He’s an old man. The mental confusion, however, is quantifiable. Trump struggled to say the word “Evangelical.” Ironic huh? Trump was recently asked to quote his favorite Bible verse and had no answer. Eventually telling reporters, “It was too personal to share.”
Oh, come on now gimme a break! What sort of con man or tent preacher is too lazy to memorize a couple bless you’s or he begots and he begots. You know, talking snake stores or turning folks into salt. Big boat building or adventures in zoology and rudderless navigation.
But the cultists will believe anything, and Trump need not be coherent for them. Trump could take the stage and make bird calls. “Chip a we! Chip a we! Caw, caw, caw! I just wanted to say moo goo skip beep! Gonna be here next time, ha, ha, ha! Like I was saying before I was saying.”
Just bring the big ape out and see what he does next time. A loaded gun full of crazy capable of going off at any time. The future is clear, and it is still early yet.
Is Donald Trump about to slip on the soap? Tired now is exhausted later. Can Trump keep up the pace? Personal bankruptcy, court cases, business destruction and a Presidential campaign?
Monsters are variations from the accepted normal to a greater or a less degree. As a child may be born without an arm, so one may be born without kindness or the potential of conscience. A man who loses his arms in an accident has a great struggle to adjust himself to the lack, but one born without arms suffers only from people who find him strange. Having never had arms, he cannot miss them. To a monster the norm must seem monstrous, since everyone is normal to himself. To the inner monster it must be even more obscure, since he has no visible thing to compare with others. To a criminal, honesty is foolish. You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.” ― John Steinbeck
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