We are now two days into a civil trial against Donald Trump in New York, and the only reason it isn't a jury trial, but, rather, a bench trial, is because the defense attorney assigned to the case, Alina Habba-Dabba-Doo, screwed up big time.
Farron Cousins explains:
Not asking for a jury trial is only going to make matters worse for Trump, who had requested a jury trial. That the final verdict is in the hands of Judge Arthur Engoron spells trouble, and the beginning of the end for Trump professionally in his hometown. There is no more facade to hide behind, no more illusions. We know the real Trump now, and, oh, is he in the soup.
The best Christmas gift Engoron can give is the award the $250 million----or less---that Attorney General Letitia James is asking for. Yes, this trial is set to end in December, so we've got two months of tantrums from an undisciplined 77 year old toddler to look forward to. The trial will be more interesting than the sideshow, though.
What we do know, of course, is that Habba and the Trump team get Dunce Caps for this strategic foul-up so bad, not even Alina's hero, Fred Flintstone, could get her out of this.
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