Okay. listen up, cuz there ain’t nothin’ happening in sports, but sports. So I gotta come out of hiding to talk about this crap cuz Rip is busy destroying people on Twitter, Redd is doing election stuff, and I’m gonna need some stuff to laugh at later. So this stuff happened, and you get me. Settle down. This ain’t abuse the substitute teacher day. Let’s do this:
Let me paint you a picture: imagine you’re standing at the bottom of this giant mountain. No, not like a nice, friendly hiking trail with cute squirrels and birds chirping. I’m talking about one of those mountains that’s all jagged rocks, steep cliffs, and when you look up, the top’s hidden in the clouds like it’s saying, “Yeah, good luck with that.” That’s what dealing with the justice system is like. Especially when it involves Donald Trump.
Now, you’d think—because we’re talking about the former president of the United States trying to overturn an election—that the climb up this mountain would be pretty straightforward. But nah, this ain’t no leisurely stroll. This is like climbing a mountain with no shoes, in the rain, while somebody throws banana peels in your path just to see if you slip. And you’ve been climbing this thing for so long, you start wondering if the top is even real or if you’re stuck in some weird legal purgatory forever.
Let’s rewind for a second. The election? That was 2020. The “find me 11,780 votes” phone call? That was in January 2021. It’s been almost four years! Four years of legal wrangling, appeals, and stalling tactics. At this point, I’m starting to wonder if Trump’s legal strategy is to outlive the case. Like, “What if I just stay alive long enough and this case just dies of old age?” I mean, this thing has been dragging on so long, by the time it’s over, AI might be president.
Now, let’s talk about Fulton County and Fani Willis, who’s out here like, “Nah, we’re gonna see this thing through.” You gotta respect it. She’s that one person in the group project who actually does all the work while the rest of us just show up with snacks and look busy. She’s up there trying to hold Trump accountable for something as basic as the rule of law—like, y’all remember that?—and Trump’s over here throwing every legal curveball he can. It’s like watching a basketball game where one player keeps calling time-outs because they’re “not feeling the vibe.”
And the stalling tactics? Oh, it’s impressive. I mean, if this were the Olympics, Trump’s team would be taking home the gold in “Delaying Justice.” Filing appeals, throwing up motions like confetti—it’s like they’re playing Jenga, trying to see how long they can keep the whole thing from collapsing. And the crazy part is, it’s working! This case has been moving slower than my grandma at the DMV. And let me tell you, she don’t move fast.
But here’s where it gets wild—this isn’t just about some random case. No, no. This is about democracy. This is about whether the rules apply to everybody or just to folks who aren’t living in golden towers. Because, newsflash: if you can just openly try to steal an election, get caught red-handed, and then spend four years dodging consequences like you’re Neo in The Matrix? That’s a problem. That’s a big, democracy-destroying problem.
It’s like you’re watching a game of Monopoly, and this one dude—let’s call him Donny—just keeps taking money from the bank, ignoring all the rules, and then when somebody calls him out, he’s like, “I’ll challenge that in court.” Next thing you know, the game’s been going on for 20 hours, everybody else is broke, and Donny’s sitting there like, “What? I’m winning!”
And don’t even get me started on the possibility of Trump winning the next election. Imagine he pulls off a win in 2024. You know what’s gonna happen to this case? It’ll be like that half-finished jigsaw puzzle you swear you’ll come back to one day. But you never do. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll get to that later,” except “later” turns into “never.” And then we’re all sitting here like, “Wait, didn’t we have a case about something important? Like… democracy?”
But look, no matter what happens in the election, this case needs to keep moving. It’s like a clogged toilet—you can’t just leave it. You’ve gotta deal with it, or eventually, it’s gonna be everybody’s problem. If Trump wins, this thing might slow down to a crawl. If he loses, we might finally get some movement, like somebody took the plunger and said, “Alright, let’s unclog this mess.”
The real question is: do we still believe in this system? Do we still think the law applies to everybody, or have we reached a point where, if you’re rich enough, if you’ve got enough lawyers, you can just run out the clock? Because if this case fizzles out, if it fades into the background because the guy at the top threw up enough legal Hail Marys to last a lifetime, then what are we even doing here? It’s like building a house of cards and acting surprised when a stiff breeze knocks it all down.
So here we are, still climbing, still hoping that at the top of this mountain is something like accountability. It’s slow, it’s messy, and sometimes it feels like it’s never gonna end. But we’ve gotta keep going. Because if we stop—if we just let this thing slide—it won’t just be the justice system that crumbles. It’ll be the whole damn mountain.
