In an effort to move forward proactively, it has emerged attorneys for former President Trump are prepred to execute a defense similar to the one Sidney Powell’s lawyers are implementing in the ongoing defamation lawsuit against her. In that case, Ms. Powell’s legal team explained that she should not be held liable for the crazy things she made up about 2020 voting machines because no reasonable person could possibly believe them. Non Compos Mentis
Aware that the stunning testimonies extruding from the House January 6th Committee had attorneys from all over the county soliciting opinions about what the former president’s defense options could be, Defensa Del Loco this reporter decided to seek out the one person that could shed light on the unfolding drama- Rudy Giuliani. He agreed to meet with me at a downtown DC bar, on the condition I pay for his drinks. The following conversation took place at the Benjamin Bar and Lounge in the Trump International Hotel.
ME- Thanks for seeing me. I appreciate it.
RG- No problem. Glad to do it. What’ll ya have?
ME- Just a Coke.
RG- (snaps his fingers. Drink attendant appears) A Coke for my friend. I’ll have another one of these. (Attendant departs) So, what’s on your mind?
ME- I’m curious. If things go south for the former president, is he really going to go Powell?
RG- Yes and no. We’re watching to see how that suit proceeds. I think she has a strong case. We might have to tweek things a bit for President Trump. Maybe say, like, the president was marignally nuts. I know Sidney’s not going out there saying she’s nuts. Just the people that actually believed her. But that opens up lots of possibilities.
ME- How’s so?
(Drink attendance arrives with drinks)
RG- Here’s the thing about Sidney. She’s a genius. I mean the pressure was really on us to come up with something, anything, to show election fraud. With her it was easy. On election night Trump told us to do our job and so early the next morning we both sat down at her hotel and started spit-balling, She thought of the Venezuala thing, Throwing Hugo Chavez into the mix was me. Anyway for three, four hours we brainstormed. Came up with all the fantastical fraud claims. In just three, four hours! And people believed it! Still do.
ME- So, you admit the whole election fraud thing is a big lie?
RG- Of course! Sid and I knew it was the only way Trump had a shot.
ME- You could be looking at jail time you know.
RG- I’m pretty confident in using Sidney’s defense if it comes to that. Besides, maybe the most important thing we learned during the Trump presidency is the usefulness of due process. Anything that comes along in the way of a law suit we’ll tie up in court for years. I’m already an old man.
MW- Good point.
RG- (Motions for the drink attendant) I’ll have another. Make it a double. You still ok?
ME- I’m fine. So, how does this work for Trump?
RG- What do you mean?
ME- I mean, is he going to claim all his supporters are crazy for believing him if he ends up in court? Like you and Sidney? Or is he going to say he’s nuts?
RG- He’s sitting in the cat bird seat. Me and Sidney, well we’re definately sane, so we have to say anyone that believed us is nuts. But President Trump, he can have it both ways. Sure, maybe he’s a little nuts for believing Eastman, and us, and by extension then all his supporters are crazy. But all those people can’t be nuts. So by extention, he isn’t crazy. I think it’s a win, win.
ME- Oh, I see. I guess. Well, thanks for clearing things up. Guess I’ll be on my way.
RG- Just a sec. (motions to drink attendant). Give me one more before my friend takes off. Make it a double double. (Drink attendant leaves). Just follow him, partner. He can give you the tab.
Rudy apparently likes his scotch from the top shelf, at least when someone else is paying for it. I paid the $575.00 bar bill and left. I was eager to talk to Mr. Trump about all this, and Rudy had agreed to put in a good word for me during our conversation. I was lucky enough to score a meeting with the former president the next day. He said he could squeeze me in between his appointments with two of his most important personal advisors, Sean Hannity and “Mickey Boy” Paradiso. I felt honored.
My conversation with Mr. Trump took place in his Mar a Lago office, a room with walls painted white and in complete contrast to the garish interior of the rest of the house dripping with everything gold. My eyeballs were thankful for the relief.
DJT- What’s on your mind, chief?
ME- Well as you know I had lunch with Rudy yesterday and from what I could gather from his conversation he is like, well, sort of on the fence with respect to your sanity. He thinks if you get hauled into court you might want to try saying all the shit you put out there is so nonsensical no one in their right mind could possibly believe it, so they must be nuts. But maybe a better defense, accorindg to Rudy, is you’re the whacky one with all the carzy ideas and everyone else is normal, but there are so many people that believe you what’s crazy is normal so you really are mostly normal, not crazy. He figures it’s kind of a wash. Does that make sense?
DJT- Was he drinking?
ME- Oh ya.
DJT- Well then he’s probabaly right.
ME- Really.
DJT- Rudy gives me my best ideas when he’s hammered. That’s why I keep him around.
ME- Interesting. I wouldn’t have guessed.
DJT- Anything else? I have an important meeting in a minute.
ME- Well, let me ask you directly. Are you crazy?
DJT- What do you think?
Me- I gotta be honest with you. I wonder about that sometimes. And now, I mean you gotta be concerned with all the stuff coming out of the January 6th com….
DJT- Excuse me. Excuse me! That’s all hogwash. All one sided. Don’t believe what you’re hearing or seeing. You think I’m going to court? I’m taking them to court. Then we’ll see what happens. We’ll see what happens. It’s time for you to leave now.
Indeed. We’ll see what happens.
“Truth- is as old as God-
His Twin identity
And will endure as long as He
A Co-Eternity…”
Emily Dickinson