Manafort

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What kind of mess is this guy in?

Just a couple of years ago, he was your run of the mill rich dude. He joined the Trump campaign and all hell broke loose.

He was arrested and there was a raid on his home and business. They allowed him to stay out of jail, but he was confined to his home as he awaited trial.

There wasn’t a whole lot of suspense in his trials.

He was found guilty on every count, and for good measure he stood accused of trying to tamper with witnesses.

Went straight to jail, but there was still a chance to get a reduced sentence. He was probably hopeful of a pardon, but a lot of the charges were state charges...

...so he sat in an isolated area of jail.

Then we heard that he was a cooperating witness.

Uh-oh!

There was so much speculation about what might happen.

The squeeze was on and at the age of 69 he was going to come with the information so that he didn’t have to spend the rest of his days in jail.

And on Monday the cooperating witness deal was off because evidently he lied.

(Kinda’ takes the cooperation out of cooperating).

And I’m not here to debate anything related to him, but I wonder what the heck is in his head.

Seems like jail is real, and that his best bet would be to make the best deal he could for himself and his family.

How many years does he have?

Doesn’t he want to breathe free air?

There has to be a reason why he fears telling the truth.

Speculation is rampant.

He’s holding out for the pardon.

Russia will kill him if he talks.

He’s arrogant, and thinks he can smart his way out.

I don’t know any of those answers. Will he make a great escape somehow, or will he die in jail?

He’s not a newcomer.

He has been on the fringes of the Washington power play for more than 30 years.

He wore the best suits, drank the finest wines, ate the best foods, lived in luxury...

...and now he’s in a cell.

Still scheming.

What a way to go.

Maybe he should’ve stayed away from Donald.

I bet he wishes that he had.

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