The Spectacle

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NBA Star Nikola Jokic won the MVP as his team won the Championship. When he was asked about the parade he was disappointed that he had to stay away from home.

He stayed away from the podium and even left his MVP trophy behind.

When he was asked about how excited he was about winning it all, he basically said, “It’s great, but it’s not the most important thing in the world.”

So refreshing!

Most people want to be a spectacle. They want to tell the world how great they are.

The Joker just shrugged.

I thought about that as I watched the grand spectacle of the disgraced former president being arrested and charged.

The media coverage of the event was insane, and it’s exactly what fuels the evil.

Every time a guest was asked about the lies he’s tried to spread, they brought about all the other politicians who mishandled classified materials, but then owned up to their mistakes.

I’m not mentioning any of those other people because it is zip to do with the case at hand.

The classified information in this particular case was removed and then moved and hidden and shared and lies were told.

It’s all laid out.

It’s horrendous and should make every American citizen sick to their stomach.

And there was a grand spectacle made of all his made up accusations.

He counts on that.

The media falls for it every time.

How is he not treated strictly as a defendant?

Who cares what kind of mood he’s in?

Where he went to eat afterwards is also ridiculous.

He simply wants to be the center of attention, and he is also on the hook for trying to destroy America’s faith in their own government.

When Nixon or Clinton faced serious charges, they allowed the process to play out.

They believed in the system of Justice that is the very fabric of society.

This huge, orange spectacle is getting what he wants…

…all the attention in the world.

Narcissists thrive on it.

Sickening…

…but at least we have Jokic.

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