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I’m not the least bit interested in the hush money trial. The media are going bonkers over it, talking breathlessly about how it’s the first time a President has been brought to trial on felony charges. They yak about Trump’s demeanor, and the reluctant testimony of David Pecker, the former Publisher of the National Enquirer, the guy with the unfortunate name.

I’ve decided not to care about it because it’s just gonna be a lot of conjecture and “reading the tea leaves” and prognosticating, and I can’t stand the drama and filling of airtime with drone shots and banal chatter. Trump has gotten enough attention over the last 8 or 9 years. He deserves no more.

Wake me when the verdict comes down– though even at that point, I’m not expecting much. If the verdict is guilty, Trump will get a slap on the wrist, he’ll appeal, they’ll suspend his sentence, and everything will be dragged out until who knows when. Much ado about, well, not nothing.

The real meat and potatoes cases won’t happen until after the election (another Trump win, dammit). So Trump can’t prevail in November, or these cases might end up never seeing the light of day.