The handwriting is on the wall
For years, Donald Trump tried to keep his hands clean. No texts, emails, or secret letters discussing illicit and illegal things. That way, the thief of democracy might have reasoned, that way he could never be caught with his hand in the cookie jar—hands clean, no evidence.
But he forgot about the writing on the wall or on the check, as the case may be. Handwriting. Such a simple thing — such a deadly form of evidence against a traitor. Deborah Tarasoff testified for the prosecution on Monday. Who is she? She is someone who has worked for team Trump in accounting for 24 years, to be exact.
Then came the question — the one that damned Donald Trump. Who signed the checks? Who signed them “in 2016 and 2017?”
“Only Mr. Trump.”
Only Mr. Trump. Donald, my dear hated traitor, darling Donnie do nothing; you forgot the handwriting, you smug fool! The handwriting on the wall never lies. It’s like fresh DNA. It tells a story, and in Trump’s case, the story being told is called finding the defendant guilty.
She’s not the only one. Earlier in the day, former Trump Org Controller Jeffrey McConney testified, and HIS testimony was pretty damning as well.
Twelve payments made to Michael Cohen were shown. They were classified as “legal payments.” We know what they were, and so does everyone in that courtroom—Hush money payments.
All of this is terrible for Donald Trump. I wonder what Trump was thinking when those checks were shown. Did he say to himself, “I screwed up”? I doubt it. Like the true narcissist he is, he’d perhaps instead look to OTHERS to blame.
But as Trump casts about frantically playing the blame game, WE know what trapped him. It was friends and readers, his handwriting — the handwriting on the wall — the ink perhaps signed with a flourish by a man unaware that his signatures would come back to doom him, the way they did.
