Here we are. We’ve got Donald Trump, convicted of a crime. And what does he do? Does he show up like anyone else, maybe ready to do his time? Nope. This guy strolls into the courtroom with a team of lawyers, like the world’s worst pageant contestant, saying, “You can’t prosecute me—I’m the president-elect!” The ego on this guy! He’s not even president yet, and he’s already pulling the “Do you know who I am?” card. What’s he gonna say if he does get the Oval Office? “Hello, this is Donald Trump. Yes, the Donald Trump. Now go make me a cheeseburger.”
And Judge Merchan, you’d think he’d throw the gavel at him, right? Nope. He gives him more time, until November 19. Can you believe it? We’re just out here waiting while Trump wrangles for another chance to wriggle his way out.
Now, if by some miracle the sentencing hearing actually happens on November 26, we might—might!—get to see Trump go to jail. Imagine it! “President-elect Sworn In from Cell Block D.” The headlines! You think that’s what the Founding Fathers had in mind? I don’t remember reading, “We the people, in order to form a more perfect union, allow presidents to govern from the slammer.” They were hoping the president would be, I don’t know… not a criminal.
But, listen, let’s be real. Trump going to jail? It’s the kind of fantasy you love to imagine but is probably too good to be true. Sure, he’s earned himself a cell, but this guy’s dodged more consequences than a cat with nine lives. This guy could probably evade a prison sentence just by flashing one of those cheesy Trump grins and saying, “I’ve got better things to do. I’m the president-elect!”
So, say by some miracle he does end up in prison. Who steps in to take the oath? JD Vance. Yep, that guy. The guy who went from “Hey, here’s my memoir” to “I’m gonna be the Trumpiest of Trump fans.” If Trump’s rotting in jail come January, we get JD Vance. This is our safety net? JD Vance? It’s like when you go to a restaurant, and they’re out of all the good food, so they offer you a sad, soggy backup dish. It’s like saying, “Hey, sorry, we’re out of steak. How about some overcooked broccoli?” JD Vance is Trump Lite—the half-calorie version with none of the flavor.
And that’s where we have to stop and think: Is this really the best we can do? Should we even be in a position where “president behind bars” is a thing we’re seriously considering? The guy treats the White House like his personal reality show, and here we are, debating whether he’ll rule from jail. JD Vance is next in line, and that’s not exactly giving anyone confidence. Why are we even in a system that lets a criminal’s closest buddy warm the chair in the Oval Office? This isn’t the best and brightest America’s got. It’s like being offered a discount deal—“Get one scandal, get a sidekick free!”
We can’t keep settling for politicians who see the presidency as their own private theme park, who treat the Constitution like the “Terms and Conditions” nobody reads. We don’t need another reality-show president who thinks the highest office in the land is their personal playground. America deserves better than to choose between jail or JD Vance. We need real options. Not the Trump Show, not the “Lite” version. We need people who don’t even need to argue about whether or not they’ll govern from jail.
