Flirtin' With Disaster

Thanks to the great Molly Hatchet for giving me the idea for a title. Like all legendary southern rock songs, it tells a story. Awhile back, I wrote an article about the stress both candidates (more so Trump) are operating under and how it factors into the November election. Nothing has changed, if anything, the stress on Donald Trump has intensified. He’s lost a pair of civil trials that cost him north of half a billion dollars, he’s looking at a criminal trial in New York in a couple of weeks and has already talked his way into two gag orders, one for insulting the presiding judge’s daughter. That’s akin to picking a fight with Mike Tyson and then whining because you ended up in the ER. The evidence against Trump is strong and the state has “flip witnesses”; the result will be a guilty verdict and Trump will now have a felony record to campaign on. It’s a good thing he’s running for President, because as a convicted felon he can’t vote. In the interim, he’s selling bibles and tennis shoes to make a little pocket money, because the stock of his new media company has tanked, and he’s lost about a billion dollars of his initial value. If Trump had lived in the old west, he’d have travelled around in a mule drawn wagon, selling magic elixirs, and running Three Card Monte games. When Trump first came onto the political scene, I thought he had a little moxie, but he’s pretty much just a brash game show guy, big mouth, self-promoter, etc. He seemed to have some good ideas about taxes and the economy and besides, he was shaking things up and that was probably overdue. But a little of Trump went a long way and it’s evidenced by the situation he’s in now. The walls are closing in, max stress, financially, politically and personally, due to the “flip witnesses”. Trump’s not a tough guy, he’s all mouth, and he’s talking and acting like a scared man approaching the breaking point. I’ve sat across the table from legitimate tough guys who, when given the option of doing 25 years, or testifying, looked you in the eye and politely said, “I ain’t got nothin’ to say”…. The walls are closing in on Donald Trump and at some point, the stress is going to take over. Like I said in the prior article, I wouldn’t be surprised if we wake up, one of these days, to a headline that says (1) Donald Trump has been rushed to the hospital with a massive coronary or stroke, or (2) Donald Trump has dropped out of the race and cut a major deal to plead guilty to lesser charges, avoid any possible jail time and retired to Mar-a-Lago to send text messages and play golf….