You know—I just can’t seem to get my mind off Georgia. Dunno why…unless it’s possibly the steady stream of Klepto-criminals being processed on multiple felony counts in the Fulton County Jail this week.
You know—Cadet Bonespurs,
the sorest loser that ever was, and his 18 indicted co-conspirators, an
appalling percentage of whom are actual practicing lawyers. They’re all charged
with felonies related to the first-ever attempt to illegally overturn a
presidential election and obstruct the peaceful transfer of power.
(Even back in
1861, their spiritual ancestors didn’t have the cojones to claim Abraham
Lincoln lost the election; they just picked up their cotton bolls and went
home. Then they shelled Fort Sumter and started a four-year cataclysm that left
their lands in ruins and their leaders humiliated as traitorous losers.)
Twitter (or X;
whatever) in particular has got a kick out of the booking mugshots. The flash
that bounces off most of their foreheads is frankly kind of humbling for a
bunch of mooks who thought they were the biggest hotshots ever and could wrest
the government from those legally voted into office.
Well, actually,
it wasn’t the worst photograph of Giuliani that’s gone viral in the past couple
of years. At least he didn’t have shoe polish dripping down his face. That I
could see, anyway.
I’ve been more
interested in the shenanigans of Jeffrey Clark, former assistant deputy almost
attorney general in charge of oil spills, and Mark Meadows, former chief of
staff to Captain Capslock and voter-in-multiple-districts, as they 1) tried to
get their case removed to federal court (on the grounds that their activities in
overturning the election were part of their duties as federal employees) and 2)
whined that they shouldn’t face the indignity of being booked like a criminal
until after the feds said whether they’ll take the case or not. Clark in
particular was quite shirty—filing his motion late Monday and demanding that
the judge decide by 1700 Tuesday. There were also moans about how he (a White man of means and entitlement—not his exact words) shouldn’t have to have to
book travel in a rush to Atlanta (from Washington, D.C.; which has about hourly
direct flights every day) by Thursday or face the humiliation of being chased
down by sheriffs and arrested.
Fulton County DA
Fani T. Willis replied pointing out that Clark, Meadows and all their felonious
friends were indicted on 14 August and given until 25 August to turn themselves
in, which was a courtesy most other criminal defendants don’t get. And that,
yeah—air travel is a bummer (pretty much her words), but it’s now only a
scramble because Clark and Meadows waited for a week to file their whiny-ass
motions, so that’s all down to them.
Moreover—she couldn’t
quite work out how strong-arming various Georgia election officials and state
employees (Meadows even offered Klepto “campaign money” to one of the officials
if it would “speed up” the recount of votes so Georgia could magically discover
that Biden had not, in fact won) on behalf of a political candidate was by any
stretch of the imagination part of the duties of White House staff, who are
paid by the US taxpayers and meant to be doing US business, not political
campaigning. (Although you can understand why Meadows might have been confused,
since his boss and family regularly violated the Hatch Act by engaging in
political activities on our dime.)
She also added
that even the former president, Meadows and Clark’s ex-boss, was managing to haul
his indicted ass down to be booked, so why don’t they just shut the hell up and
comply?
(For the record, the boss was arraigned last night, reporting height of 6'3" and weight of 215 lbs. Right. And I am Marie of Rumania.)
She added, “At 12:30 pm on Friday I shall file warrants in the
system.”
The federal judge agreed
with her; no stay in criminal
processing. There's a hearing on Monday to determine the removal issue. It looks like we’re now moving into the find out phase of this
circus.
Anyway—today’s earworm is “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”, by the Charlie Daniels Band.
