Stockpiling Felonies, Living In Infamy

DONALD TRUMP has now been indicted by three seperate grand juries, formally charged with committing seventy eight federal felonies. There are alost certainly career criminals whose total of crimes committed exceeds seventy eight, but probably very few.Itmay be that Trump has establshed a worldrecord of foramlfelony charges. In most instances,criminals are apprehended, charged, tried, convicted, and incarcerated long before they even have time to engage in such an abundance of nefarious activity. The slowness with which the wheels of jsutie have thus far turned for Trump has, however, affored him the time necesary to accumulatesuch an impressive list of alleged crimes committed. Equally amazing, he isn't done yet. The exac tnumber of charges which the state of Georgia will level at him has yet to be seen, but soon will be. Although it seems unlikely that he will reach the nearly unimaginable total of one hundred, don't count him out quite yet; this is a man of singularly impressive criminal capabilities, and, as Yogi Berra once said: "It aint over till its over". How, in theory, might dapper Don the Con reach the pinnacle of perfidy, the top of perpetrator peak, that elusive, long sought after three figure milestone. Perhaps if we "crunch the numbers" as the saying goes, and "unpack" the narratve, as we like to say. Much depends, of course, on what he can generate from Georgia. Several scenarios are possible, dependng on the level of productivity of that particulare grand jury. Suppose, for the sake of conservative estimates, that Trump leaves the courtroom with, say, four more felony charges in his brief case. That brings the total to eighty two, still eighteen short of our quest for the prize, but four closer. How then to get to the magic number? Furher grand juries and indictments seem to be unlikely; as far as anybody knows, there is nothing more on the horizen. That leaves it squarely up to the man himself, and that masterful criminal mind buried beneath the golden waves of orange hair. Just speculating, let's say that Trump leaves Georgia, returns to Mara Lago, and gets right on social media. If that happens, and there is always a fair chance that it will, there does seem to be a pathway to the prize. Furious, Trump types in something, like, say: "If you come after me, I'll come after you". The judge in Georgia issues a warning, and a gag order. Unfazed, the man of covfefe slams his gnarly fingers back into action, and spews: "Keep brining it. Next time we won't stop with just the Capitol". Suddenly, we're back in business, and suddenly, anything seems possible. The three federal judges and one state judge before whom Trump has appeared all assume that he is directly threatening them, and their authority. Each suggests to the relevant prosecutor that the defendant is now guilty of terroristic threatening, and, just like that, four more charges are piled on, bringing our total to eighty six. A comprehensive gag order is issued; Trump must refrain forthwith from further use of social media. But, again undeterred by the mere law, Trump obtains from his attorneys a list of probable witnesses, contacts, say, fourteen of them, and offers to make it worth their while to lay low for a few months,incognito. Boom. Witness tammpering. To the several stubborn, law loving holdouts among the crew, he issues a veiled threat, an Al capone-esque "It would be a shame f anything were to hapen to your family", and,before you know it,it all shakes out, and th greatest purveyor of perfidy in american history has finally made it to the mountain top, trophy in hand, alone at the top, where no con has gone before. The big one double oh. Unlikely? Hard to imagine? Yes,maybe, but,as Yogi Berra could have said; You can't get to the top without climbing.