Donald Trump has no idea how to post bond in the fraud trial—and he’s absolutely losing it.
In just shy of a week, Donald Trump’s $454 million judgment from his New York bank fraud trial will become collectible, either by way of liquid cash or financial assets—and it has officially sent Trump into meltdown mode.
The notoriously sleep-deprived GOP presidential nominee spent the better part of Monday night shouting into the void about the massive, half-billion-dollar judgment and his apparent inability to pay it off, bemoaning being required to follow the law before being allowed to appeal the case.
“I would be forced to mortgage or sell Great Assets, perhaps at Fire Sale prices, and if and when I win the Appeal, they would be gone. Does that make sense? WITCH HUNT. ELECTION INTERFERENCE!” Trump posted Tuesday morning.
“I shouldn’t have to put up any money, being forced by the Corrupt Judge and AG, until the end of the appeal. That’s the way system works!” he added, forgetting that he’s being held to the same standards as every private citizen.
The funniest thing about Trump is that he was always desperate to be part of the Manhattan elite. He was once given a golden opportunity to get in good with them, and he blew it through his own stupidity, greed, and arrogance.
https://www.forbes.com/sites/michaellisicky/2020/10/03/how-donald-trump-took-down-bonwit-teller-a-fifth-avenue-landmark/?sh=34bbe2905f69
There’s a guest appearance by John Barron.
I don’t know if he actually did, but I always get a kick out of the idea that he dug out that old alias he had to burn in order to name another kid after himself since Don Jr was already taken. Wouldn’t surprise me if someone did some digging and found someone named Eric that was mysteriously defending him at some point as an unsurfaced alias
I remember a picture of Barron and the family when the boy was about five. They in Trump’s gold plated penthouse and the child is in a business suit, sitting in a tiny limo. No jet planes or spaceships for Barron!