More predictable bullshit.
Wil Wheaton

Any night-shift magistrate could supply innumerable tales about suspects standing before him trying to pass some utter BS as a plausible story why he should be let go.

Stories that are stuck to for weeks, months, years even, until the moment comes to either sign “the deal” or a senior court judge declares them guilty of their charges.

It’s a process much more sure and inevitable than most people ever imagine, but never without delays, twists, turns, attempted deceptions and distractions, as a guilty person’s attorney spins every legal wheel within hand’s reach.

It can be hell on the victims though, certain as they are about the guilt and responsibility, wondering why such simple facts take so much agonizing time and exercise to be believed and acted upon.

In the end, though very often the soon-to-be convict might spend his last free day ridiculing the system, proclaiming his innocence in a dozen different ways, he or she must know what’s coming, what the decision most likely will be, because they know their guilt never was as opaque as they would have preferred it to be.

This is what we have going on now, and what will eventually transpire, on a national scale. Every stressful characteristic of such a singular prosecution is and will continue to be endured, but because the process is being run by the same kind of people who would convict any of *us*, be assured the result will be the same.

And Trump knows it…

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