TAKING A BULLET; WARDROBE CHANGES

Alleged Presidential Doxies Enjoy Cashing In

By Harry M. Covert

Is there any doubt all the national elitists have gone gaga? No, not batty over Lady Gaga the entertainer, but the results of courtroom antics involving political persons.

There is no need to rehash the stumbling, mumbling and grumbling from all corners. The wags are having a field day and enjoying themselves immensely. I confess to enjoying the activities, too. Why not? The ongoing spectacles are entertaining, stretching up-and-down the East Coast.

Remember the quote by now convicted felon, lawyer, fixer and all around former confidant Michael Cohen? Said he once: “I’d take a bullet for him.” That sure was nice in the happy days when he served billionaire businessman Donald J. Trump. This week the tables turned. Mr. Cohen took a different federal court bullet, pleading guilty to eight federal felonies and likely and probably going to prison for a decade or so.

To ease his “corrections” term to come, he pleaded guilty to making payoffs to alleged presidential doxies. Apparently he didn’t identify the politician but inferred it was the reigning President Trump. Of course, No. 45 denied any “in flagrante delicto” cohabitation with the “lovelies” who cashed in rather well anyway.

His other guilty pleas involved lying to banks on loans for taxi and business enterprises in New York. The Trump Tower man was not included. Mr. Cohen is a perfect example of Nixon aide Charles Colson’s quip “when you have them by the *-*-*-*-s their hearts and minds will follow.” I know this is, perhaps, off color, or profane, but it sure is apt. I ask forgiveness.

Another astonishing comment comes from Cohen’s as yet unpaid lawyer-mouthpiece Lanny Davis, saying on national teevee, his client would not accept a presidential pardon. I can’t imagine anyone headed to the hoosegow not wanting to avoid years in prison where the only jewelry are handcuffs, leg irons and guards as your closest companions.

Somehow, it is highly unlikely Mr. Cohen is in the good graces of Mr. President and would receive clemency or forgiveness for his sins. Prosecutors can offer deals, but it will be a judge who delivers sentences. It should be pointed out to Mr. Cohen that others receiving corrections don’t take kindly to those “colleagues” known as squealers or rats.

Down the coast a bit from New York City, another political helpmate got lots of attention in the Alexandria (VA) federal courthouse. Paul Manafort let his legal counsel do all the talking. A jury found him guilty on eight tax matters and international money infractions. They couldn’t agree on 10 other charges. The result in those cases was mistrials.

Mr. Manafort entered not guilty to all the charges. As some partisans acknowledge Manafort’s errors were mainly working on the victorious campaign of Mr. Trump. Before that his miscues were making lots of money, buying nice homes and wearing expensive suits.

A Washington federal court will have another go at Mr. Manafort soon. His wardrobe is now orange jump suits at the William G. Truesdale Adult Detention Center in Alexandria, VA.

Chatter keeps emanating that 69-year-old Mr. Manafort is likely to receive some 80-plus years in jail, maybe even more if convicted in the D.C. federal courtroom. In other words, the rest of his natural life in government custody. He isn’t a spy, or a killer, or a gangster.

Some partisans promote the idea that Mr. Manafort will “tell stories out of school.” That won’t happen. A better educated guess is that once the legal processes are completed, he may have to serve some days or months as a guest of the U.S. Bureau of Prisons.

Chances for this “nice man,” as described by Mr. Trump, may improve considerably. After the November mid-term elections Manafort could benefit from the President’s Cross Century II black lacquer pen. That means a complete pardon.

If and when that mercy arrives, Trump’s haters will raise their decibel levels even more than they are now. He has already been threatened by his Senate nemesis Chuck Schumer (D., NY) who said “you’d better not do it.”


This has appeared in The Tentacle.