Some unsolicited advice for the Teflon Donald

Hey, Donald. How’s it hanging? Speaking of which, your attorneys might manage to produce a hung jury, but that’s a mighty big risk. If you’re convicted, attached to a guilty verdict could be a lot of years spent where the toilets are stainless steel, the TP single-ply, and the cheeseburgers infrequent.

Of course, many experts say that the requirement that you be permanently guarded by Secret Service personnel makes incarceration too difficult, so some form of house arrest might have to be worked out. You’ll excuse me if I think an ankle bracelet keeping you on the grounds of Mar-a-Lago where you hold court until the day you meet the Reaper is just not going to cut it. Confinement that isn’t like the gilded version of the luxurious prison scenes in “Goodfellas” ought to be a foregone conclusion if the jury says “guilty.” 

If you are convicted, I hope the sentence is worthy of the crimes. For you AND your cabal of would-be usurpers. Stewart Rhodes, another conniver who gave orders to others, got 18 years in the slammer. How does that strike you? Of course, I’m pretty sure you think your conspiracy was the bestest ever, so maybe add a few years for that? 

I’m dreaming, obviously. But beyond whether you wind up behind bars or in some joke of a prison, what I most want is for you to disappear.