The Man in the Box

By David Glenn Cox

It is hard to say, “well there’s not that much  going on.” But it is never quite as fulfilling as it was anticipated to be. Trump in a box and unable to control the situation. Mind you, I’ll get over my own personal disappointment. But I don’t know if you’ve ever had mice in your house before. Because you’ll see one as this huge ferocious sucker with beady red eyes and vicious looking claws. Then when captured and helpless, the mouse appears so small. I guess that’s what I’m feeling right now.

The frog in the shoe box, the firefly in the empty mayonnaise jar or the ninety-nine-cent turtle stranded on turtle Island. Throwing up a front of disgruntled bitterness and contempt for the court to hide his overall general gnawing fear. This one is for all the marbles! Trump must prevail or it all begins to collapse in on itself and prevailing is not very likely.

A case well-worn with sworn confessions, cashed checks and time served. This is America! And if you want to write strippers big fat checks, you can! For whatever reason you like! God bless America! Maybe, so the stripper won’t tell your wife about your torrid thirty-second love affair. (One pump Trump) The problem arises when you try and write that check off as a legitimate business expense instead of money from your “whoopsie fund.”

Trump tried to hush up the story during a Presidential campaign. “Oh, those were the good ole days, weren’t they? Naively thinking Trumpers would care one whit about Donald cheating on his wife. Those were curious times and so hard to understand now. And wasting all that money too! “Go ahead, tell! Tell everybody you know. Call the New York Times, see if I care. Call my wife, see if she is much surprised! My followers don’t care what I do!”

If the Trumpers don’t like the story, they simply won’t believe it. If they do like the story, they will applaud it! A closed cycle feedback loop asking only, “is it flattering?” Appearances are all that count. New York AG Latia James is seeking to void Trump’s $175 million bond reduced from $456 million. Because the bonding company doesn’t have the assets to cover the totals. Trump, the rich guy billionaire with money troubles.

Rich guy billionaires aren’t supposed to have money troubles. Rich guy billionaires aren’t supposed to be seated at the defendants table standing trial and all alone on Turtle Island. It humanizes Trump, and it shows him as no different than any other angry crackpot in traffic court.   

A narcissist must always be in control and when not in control becomes very unhappy. Trump risks being shown as powerless before his peers. The Beatles manager Brian Epstein insisted footage of the group eating fish and chips not be shown. It showed them as human! Just regular guys eating lunch. That’s mundane and boring!

Ever see Trump eat a meal? Exactly.

This trial risks deflating Donald Trump’s self-handcrafted image of a suave billionaire businessman above the fray. Dragged down to an angry Fred Flintstone in court. Trump the victim wails into the wind with his poor me defense. Cooked prosecutors and crooked judges even the world is tilted. Everybody is out to get me. Even the sidewalks threaten to break my mother’s back!

How long can Trump maintain the rage? How long can he keep the Trumpanzee’s excited about fixing his legal problems? When Trump is supposed be large and charge and not have problems. In the words of CSNY – “It’s getting to the point where I’m no fun anymore.”

Gone is the fun and jocularity of chanting “Lock her up!” at the Trump rallies. That one hits too close to home these days. Trump talks about revenge and getting even and building camps. And the sentient among us say “WTF?” That’s not nearly as much fun for them. They want to be entertained! Trump wants bread and the unwashed want circuses.

The penny stinkers want “Happy Days” and “Different Strokes”, and Trump gives them “Breaking Bad” and “Perry Mason” instead. That’s not what the audience signed up for! All those whereases and where fore lawyer talk will leave the monosyllabic cold. They wanna see Trump the boss, not Trump the  defendant. Leading to the question, if they see Trump as a defendant can they ever go back to seeing him as the boss?

The impeachments were political fights with a home field advantage built in ahead of time. Trump was fighting political opponents. This time around, legal opponents and Donald Trump is a defendant in a box. And it is a box of Trump’s own making.

Donald had plenty of cardboard cutout presidential candidates to run against. Only Ron DeSenseless was actually serious about running. Trump destroyed him with his character assassination death ray. Nikki’s support was just an anti-Trump movement. And that movement was growing, forcing Republicans to declare the campaign officially over. Normally, they wait for the convention to decide that. This time they didn’t.

Gee, then what’s the convention for then?

Leaving Donald Trump with nothing to talk about for the next seven months, except about all his legal woes. Won’t that be exciting?

“He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don’t let that fool you. He really is an idiot.” ― Groucho Marx