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OPINION

Trump Verdict Makes Me Ashamed to Have Been Born in New York

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Although I predicted to friends and family that our 45th—and soon to be 47th—President Donald J. Trump would be convicted in the kangaroo court/sham trial in Manhattan, even I was unprepared for the breathtaking “Guilty On All Counts” verdict unsealed Thursday afternoon.

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The breadth and impact of this action by 12 jurors—acting as twelve Pinocchios for Judge Juan Merchan’s Gepetto—proved our worst fears about their inability to  be fair and impartial. In the face of Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg’s absurd actions, running years-old misdemeanor cases through a food processor, he created never-before seen case law that made bookkeeping entries into “felonies.” And the men and women of the jury opted to rubber stamp not one, not a few, but all 34 of Bragg’s made-up charges…choosing to be swayed by convicted perjuror and Trump-hater Michael Cohen into an historic smear of a former president of the United States.

To call them spineless may seem too harsh to some, but let’s face it: among the men and women of this disgraceful jury were two lawyers…and a lawyer served as foreman of the panel. Search your heart and ask yourself if you really thought Manhattan attorneys would actually weigh the evidence fairly andever deliver a not guilty verdict, knowing that they would have to return to their law firms and face colleagues after “letting Trump go free.” Apparently you never watched the cable series Suits if you thought that was even a remote possibility.

Ditto for the rest of the jurors. They each raised their right hand and swore an oath to be fair and impartial, but obviously peer pressure ultimately prevented them from voting not guilty on even a single one of the 34 Bragg-manufactured charges. Look up the term “miscarriage of justice” in the dictionary and you’ll likely find each of their faces.

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Reaction to the verdicts was swift. U.S. House Speaker Mike Johnson declared May 30th as“a shameful day in American history” adding,  “Democrats cheered as they convicted the leader of the opposing party on ridiculous charges, predicated on the testimony of a disbarred, convicted felon. This was a purely political exercise, not a legal one.”

On FOX News, Karl Rove quickly predicted that Trump’s conviction would likely cost him the states of Wisconsin, Michigan and Pennsylvania. (I assume Karl employed the same cat-like reflexes that he displayed supporting “Jeb!” Bush back in 2016…so forgive me for not believing him.)

MSNBC, meantime, rushed Rachel Maddow into their TV studios to declare somberly that “this is an historic moment;”  meantime her network colleagues including Nicolle Wallace could barely contain their glee. Written on their faces and in their intonations was the inescapable message that “THIS time we’ve GOT him.”

Unfortunately for the Biden White House which orchestrated this Third World sham of a trial and their acolytes in media and showbiz (like the unhinged Robert DeNiro whose bizarre performance outside the courtroom this week made most observers think he needs to be fitted for a straitjacket) the Manhattan verdicts will not “sink” Donald Trump. He will likely gain in the polls as Americans express their revulsion over the Joe Biden/Merrick Garland/Alvin Bragg “lawfare” rolled out for no other reason than to convict a political rival who is soaring in the polls.

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The historical parallel for what’s coming for Democrats this November can be found in the words of Japanese Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto who planned the dastardly sneak attack on Pearl Harbor which propelled the United States into World War II. Yamamoto reportedly wrote in his diary, “I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve.”

Voters will have their say in November, and I firmly believe Donald Trump will roar into the Fall elections stronger than ever in the face of this manufactured  “conviction.”

But as someone who was born in New York, this whole shameful episode has tarnished my fond memories of what was once the greatest city on earth.  The vibrant, exciting “city that never sleeps” has—under Democrat control—morphed into a dystopian nightmare that now is unsafe even for a former president.

I’m going to vote with my feet and with my wallet. I will never set foot in New York City ever again.  No Broadway shows. No Yankees games. No shopping. No tourism like visiting the Statue of Liberty or Central Park or the Bronx Zoo.

In the spirit of pride month activists who boycott cities over “bathroom laws” and major corporations who pull investments out of states that enact voter registration laws with which they disagree, I simply will not spend a penny in a city that houses such biased, spineless jurors who would rather sandbag our former President than uphold the rule of law.

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I hope and pray other freedom loving Americans will join me. In addition to not helping fund atrocities like the Trump prosecution,  I’m not predisposed to being carjacked by youth gangs or shoved onto subway tracks by mentally ill homeless vagrants. Nor did I have any desire—even before the legal lynching of President Trump this week—to book an overpriced hotel room in a city that funnels dangerous illegals onto the same hotel floors as paying guests.

To paraphrase Patrick Henry, I care not what others may do. But as for myself, the Big Apple is dead to me.

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