Yesterday, I posted a diverting piece commemorating a beloved author, so today I figured I'd go back to the subject of politics. Yesterday, I posted about Jack Vance, today I am pivoting to post about Manhattan District Attorney Cy Vance, who convened a grand jury to determine if Trump should face criminal charges. As a New Yorker, I've suspected that Trump has been guilty of fraud (among other crimes) for decades, and finally something might be done about this deadbeat tax-cheat. For years, it's been alleged that Trump manipulated real estate values in order to maximize profits, and values of loans, and to minimize tax burdens.
Perhaps the most delicious factor in this grand jury empanelling is the role being played by Jennifer Weisselberg, the former daughter-in-law of Trump's longstanding finance man. Apparently, she handed over years worth of documents in response to a subpoena. Insert 'Hell hath no fury' quote. Former Trump consigliere Michael Cohen also handed over a bunch of documents. I guess this is what happens when your criminal boss has absolutely no loyalty to anyone whatsoever.
Cy Vance's investigation is the second blow in the one-two punch initiated by New York State attorney general Letitia James, who recently announced that her investigation into the Trump Organization would take on a criminal capacity, formerly being a civil matter. As a New Yorker, I have to note that we have hated Trump for a much longer time than anyone else.
Another New Yorker, a blonde lady in leafy Chappaqua, must be laughing her ass off right now. "Lock her up," indeed!