Dead Rats
"Dead cats, dead rats
Can't you see what they were at, all right
Dead cat in a top hat, wow
Sucking on a young man's blood
Wishing he could come, yeah
Sucking on the soldier's brain
Wishing it would be the same
Dead cat, dead rat
Did you see what they were at?
Fat cat in a top hat
Thinks he's an aristocrat
Thinks he can kill and slaughter
Thinks he can shoot my daughter
Yeah right! Oh yeah!
Oh right! Yeah!
Dead cats, dead rats
Think you're an aristocrat
Crap, that's crap!"
-- Jim Morrison
Many years ago, my father told my oldest brother and I that he had seen a rat in the basement. The three of us went downstairs to try to remove it. When we had it trapped in a corner, the rat attacked my father, who said, "Ki-yi-yi!" and kicked it into the air. My brother hit it mid-air with a shovel, as in our family, you had to both box and play baseball. For Dad's father played against the NY Yankees, and Grandpa's brother was a professional boxer.
My brother's favorite group was The Doors. He died three years ago today, after a long and brutal struggle with the brain injuries he sustained in a long career of amateur and professional boxing. For much of his life, he had not been a registered voter. That was until 2016, when he registered to vote for Ms. Clinton, and against the rat that he recognized as a threat to our country. Up until his dying day, he despised that rat. Even with head injuries, he had a great sense of humor, and made sick jokes about the defendant that would make most people feel a tinge of guilt for laughing at.
But I'm not here to talk about my brother. I want to focus on the nature of a trapped rat. So I'd appreciate it if you don't ask me about my training him for his last fight, where he upset an undefeated fellow who ended up a contender in two divisions. This is DU:GD, after all, not the sports forum. Instead, let's talk about this:
https://apnews.com/article/trump-fraud-lawsuit-new-york-closing-arguments-b36abe2fd695d0172e71f8ef9c5ee7f3
Earlier in the week, I found it strange that the defendant's legal representatives would ask the judge if the defendant could deliver a closing argument. Only a guilty-as-sin rat would ask to speak without the risk of cross-examination before being sentenced. The rat thinks he's an aristocrat, and it seemed unlikely the judge would allow that crap.
Surprise, surprise. The judge's instructions yesterday involved a restriction on testifying or campaigning. I note that he did not mention emotional meltdowns. Thus, the defendant delivered a five-minute inner dialogue that provided a window into the stress and rage the rat experienced when trapped. This was something that no lawyer would ever want their client to do.
Now, as Dr. Bandy Lee recently pointed out, the defend-rat's brain functions much the same today as it did in 2015. The two differences are the result of the aging process and great stress. Thus, when he talks about things such as the airports of the Civil War, it is not dementia. It's ignorance, the same as in 2016. When he has a melt-down in court, that's stress brewing in an aging brain.
Think of the rat's brain as a vat of toxic liquid. It has percolated for decades. The loss in 2020 turned up the heat, and the liquid began to boil. The criminal and civic cases he faces have turned the heat up further, and his only "defense" is to spew the essence of his concentrated toxins.
Now think of his audience of loyal followers. It includes the cowardly republican rats in DC, and the collection of brain dead, including the "religious wrong," those who mistake their gun for their penis, and sov-cit militias. As both the rat's trials and the November approach, and the rat spews his poison, expect them to act out. So be awake and aware when in public.
And enjoy watching Jack Smith swing the shovel.
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Before "The Apprentice" he was a New York joke. Burnett fashioned him into something he absolutely was not and millions of suckers bought it. 
He is OUR retribution! 
Of the RIGHTEOUS kind. 
Thank you for sharing! 
