The Search Warrant

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You know that you’re in deep when a search warrant is served at your place of residence and millions of people are left to wonder:

“Which investigation is this all about?”

Could’ve been Georgia, or tax fraud, or the insurrection, or Saudi Arabia or Russia or the Ukraine.

Turns out it’s about what he spent years leading chants about:

Handling of classified evidence.

How’d the chant go?

“Lock her up!”

And the thing about it is that a president had never been impeached twice. No president ever had a search warrant served either.

History won’t be kind when it’s all said and done because despite the chatter that you’re hearing from MAGA world a search warrant would not have been granted if there hadn’t been real evidence of a crime being committed.

It’s not just political football and it’s truly hard to say that it’s a witch hunt when all those who are doing the hunting have a big R next to their name.

Most of those involved were directly appointed by the guy being investigated.

But…

…and here’s the rub.

It’s going to get dangerous before it gets better because the con man playbook has already been written.

He got out in front of it on Monday, breaking the news to his followers, framing it as “so unfair!”

Common sense should tell you that the Department of Justice didn’t serve that search warrant because they were bored.

It had to be an extreme case of National security.

But common sense doesn’t prevail in that crowd.

As the man himself often said:

“Let’s see what happens.”

Hey.

We know how he looks in orange.

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