The judge gave the jury a menu of 3 charges to choose from. “Find him guilty of any of these and he’s guilty.” That’s a mind-boggler.
But that’s not all.
Trump was found guilty on “all 34 counts.”
In my universe, a charge is a count.
The judge gave the jury 3 choices and they voted guilty on 34? Trump was found guilty on “all 34 Counts.”
Huh?
But wait. There’s more.
How does the jury deliberate and discuss 34 separate counts? That would take at least 4 or 5 days.
So was there actual discussion and deliberation of 34 counts? Or did one juror say:
“Look, we’re all liberals in this room, right? We all know the son of a bitch is guilty. Generally speaking. That’s why we’re here. To make that judgment. And we all want to get back to our lives. So let’s sit here for a day, day and a half, and eat the food they bring in, chat about this and that, get to know each other a bit better, get our story straight, and then vote guilty on all counts. I don’t know about you, but the fine points of this case have been giving me a headache. I’ll be damned if I’m going to go through each point. What would that gain for us? It’s too complicated. And this isn’t one of those movies where 11 jurors vote guilty and one juror holds out and he’s the hero, and eventually he brings the other 11 over to his side. Right? We don’t have a lone dissenter here. We’re all on the same side.” So Trump was found guilty on “all 34 Counts.”
