NEW YORK — Attorneys for Donald Trump sought during hours of cross examination of Stormy Daniels on Tuesday and Thursday to portray her as a fabricator and extortionist, a woman with no regard for the truth who preyed on a rich man for a quick buck.
I don’t think the cross examination is going to work. From the various descriptions I’ve heard, it amounts to an attempt to make Stormy Daniels look bad, which as this article so correctly points out, doesn’t help their case in the least. I don’t think juries, for the most part, completely ignore all of the jury instructions. I think they are going to follow them, go through the case slowly and methodically, and deliver a guilty verdict.
I am not a lawyer, but it seems to me that Trump’s only hope in this case is to get it to end up being a misdemeanor, but none of what they’ve done so far seems aimed at that. This cross-examination in particular, as Josh’s article points out, double underlines the motive.
Slightly OT: are photographers asking the judge to reconsider his ban on still cameras in the courtroom? And is the photographer who triggered the ban getting his/her @$$ kicked by their colleagues?
“They also asked about an episode in which she claimed to have resided in a haunted house in New Orleans…Daniels eventually said the ‘interesting and unexplained activity’ in the house was ‘completely debunked as a giant possum’ living underneath it…”
“…which later took up residence on Trump’s head.”
According to at least one courtroom observer, Susanne Craig of the New York Times, the defense lawyer Susan Necheles cross-examined Stormy Daniels in a way reminiscent of the slut-shaming tactics of yore (pre-#MeToo era). Daniels held her ground against the onslaught. So any jury nullification is going to fall to jurors with a mindset stuck in that era. This seems unlikely.
Our Ring camera kept chiming at 3, 4, 5 in the morning. The video revealed nothing. We couldn’t figure it out and it was spooking my wife. One night I decided to wait up and go see what it was. I took the most obedient of my dogs with me. Turns out it was a possum that played dead as soon as the light flicked on, so no movement was seen until it moved on. Even my dog thought it was dead. I believe Stormy’s story. 100%.
Donnie’s too dumb to realize that if he had just paid her, not quibbled over the price, not shafted Pecker and the National Enquirer on previous “catch and kills”, he wouldn’t be sitting in court.
Being a cheapskate is not a good look for a man who wants to be POTUS, again. And since he’s The World’s Greatest Cheapskate look at how many of his marks send him money. 
If Trump were a Russian nuclear reactor, New York might be a dead city by the end of the week and Kristi Noem would be the head of the detatchment killing the abandoned dogs.
As with so many of TDIFFG’s defensive strategies, this is projection
From what I have heard, I got the impression that Stormy gave as got as she got. And there is nothing all that kooky about believing in ghosts. Just check out the travel channel. People eat that stuff up.
He really is daring the judge to throw his ass in stir.
Talk is cheap Donnie, pay the piper.
Well, I’ve been to the New York City – or is it The New York City? Either way, I’ve been there, and it’s quite the place, or The Place, or something.
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost? 3 is a magic number.
Because HE’S the slut. And he’s SHAMEFUL.
Attorneys for Donald Trump sought during hours of cross examination of Stormy Daniels on Tuesday and Thursday to portray her as a fabricator and extortionist, a
woman with no regard for the truth.
Remove two letters and they’ve succinctly described their client, von ShitzInPants, to a “T.” Funny how that works.
Also …
“The sex in the films is very much real, just like what happened to me in that room. If that story was untrue, I would have written it to be a lot better.”
— Stormy Daniels
… SNAP!
Not that kind of ghost! The kind that haunt hospitals and old prisons and houses where someone died. In truth, I did have an experience years ago that I still cannot explain. We lived in an old house that was part of the Underground Railroad. It was not primitive, but let’s say it needed some updates. The door to the upstairs and an old latch on it, and on the inside that door were deep grooves. As if something had been clawing at it. And at night there were some really strange sounds on the stairs. But we were young and stupid and foolhardy, so we had some friends come over to do some work on the house. When the mist started emanating from the wall we ran screaming into the night. I kid you not. I have spent years telling myself it was the weed and the cheap wine, but that house was weird to say the least.
And I am not a bit kooky.
Daniels replied with shock. “Wow,” before adding: “The sex in the films is very much real, just like what happened to me in that room.”
Except that it lasts a lot longer and requires a lot more stamina and agility than TFG ever had.
“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy”
