Monday, August 10, 2020

"Um, Sir... This Is A Taco Bell." That Is --This Is A THIRD-PARTY Criminal Subpoena.


It is. . . endlessly puzzling that Trump's lawyers think that he may interminably question and litigate an issue that has been decided against him, in every court to consider it -- all the way up to and through. . . the Supremes. [Now sent back down, into the Manhattan US District court, for enforcement.]

But it is. . . beyond the pale, that his lawyers think they can prevent the state government of New York, from gathering evidence from third parties, including accountants and banks, by regular, garden-variety processes -- ones that all us private citizens live under. Even so, once again overnight, Trump argues that he can prevent his personal accountants and bankers from complying with a lawfully issued grand jury subpoena -- related to a felony bank and tax fraud investigation. . . of him and his business entities, in their personal -- not presidential capacities. To be sure, Trump thinks everything he does, or ever did, from birth onward should literally glisten with the "pixie dust", of some magical, but wholly imaginary executive privilege.

Thus my line about it being a Taco Bell window. It is a dead question -- one he seeks to endlessly relitigate (an old issue, that Nixon and Clinton both lost on -- in what were clearly much closer questions). Without any new evidence, he simply says the state of New York looking to enforce its bank fraud laws (against him as a private citizen). . . is "harassment." How very. . . Alphonse Capone-esque, of him. [He says they are perfect -- and he is innocent -- but these are not the moves of an innocent man.]

I won't quote it -- as it is. . . like the client it was authored for -- a. . . loser.

Onward. . . smiling, but sadly so, at all the overnight violence here.



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