Affidavit, Laugh-idavit

This “Rick Roll” joke by Jim Jordan’s staff, and the similar jest by my friend John Hoge, is really no laughing matter. The private home of the former President of the United States was raided by the FBI under the pretext of . . . well, what, exactly? It’s like what Gertrude Stein said of Oakland, “There’s no ‘there’ there.” Such an unprecedented action as the Mar-a-Lago raid, one might think, would only be undertaken with clear evidence of wrongdoing, but what this seems to be about is that some librarian at the National Archives in February complained about Trump possessing documents that the librarian wanted. Six months later, the raid happened, the idea being that Trump had “classified” or “top secret” material, so that the national security was imperiled. But if it was such a five-alarm emergency, why did they wait six months to do the raid?

Trump’s lawyers have pointed out that the affidavit raises more questions than it answers. Everything about this raid stinks of political motivation, and Margot Cleveland is probably pretty close to the target in saying that this was just a “get Trump” fishing expedition.




 

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