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A Passing Thought

Play the Orangutan’s Games Back to Him

With the orange asshole having determined that he is going to be busted tomorrow, the thought occurs to me that perhaps we should take advantage of it:

1. The D. A. needs to do everything he can to make it look like he is about to arrest the orange toddler - stock up on Depends, Ketchup and Bleach, roll the paddywagons by the orange palace a half-a-dozen times, everything but actually arrest him.
2. Arrest and lock up anyone and everyone that even squeaks a protest, charge them with obstruction of justice, interference with the police, whatever. Take away and break their phones and cameras to make even showing up expensive for them. Delay and delay and delay letting them out of jail, and make them pay 6-figure bail. Laugh them out of court when they complain.
3. Keep cop cars with sirens running and lights flashing in front of his hovel 24/7 so he can’t sleep.
4. Bluff an arrest on Thursday, then again next Monday, then Friday, then finally arrest him at 3:00 AM Sunday morning when he will be at his photogenic best and can do his finest perp walk in his diapers. This guarantees you can make the arrest with nothing but a very small token bunch of protesters, it any.
5. Make sure you do lots of physical damage to any protesters, and bounce the fake orange mop off the door frame of the squad car, of course.
6. Make sure the real media is there in full strength at the actual arrest. “Accidentally” forget to tell the fright-wing lunatics about it completely, so they have to beg for coverage from the real media. Make sure the protester abuse is out of their sight, of course.

There is an old saying about sauce for the goose - a good dose of his own would help shake the swaggers out of him, especially when the judge sets his bail at several hundred million dollars cash - severe flight risk with Putin’s help, you know - and then sends him off to his cell when he doesn’t have the cash on hand and can’t borrow it. If possible, ship him off to Riker’s Island where he can receive the best, most loving care from his own kind.

Sigh. What he deserves and what he will get are very different things. Little people get this kind of justice, rich folks get a red carpet.