Calling Sen. Mike Lee when you really meant to call Sen. Tommy Tuberville
Ever since we learned that Mike Lee personally vetted the White House’s fraud claims, I’ve become convinced that he wasn’t called by mistake. Trump called Lee because Lee was part of the plot- right up until shit got real. So he passed the phone to Tuberville, the nearest co-conspirator still up for a coup
In an early January game of dumbass fealty limbo, Tuberville probably under-performed even Ron Johnson thereby clearing the bar with more headroom which no doubt impressed America’s greatest criminal. But then Tuberville scratched-out a football-field play diagram on how to insurrect with Donnie as QB and sealed the deal. He’d get the call on game day. Trump was giddy with the prospect of out scoring the Constitution and announcing on the TV how he had scored the big insurrection touchdown, all by himself. Or something like that.
You’ve really got to hand it to Mitch. Accepting that phone call would have meant, at the least, subpoenas and invitations to testify in front of various Committees and investigatory agencies, and the cost of hiring attorneys, not to mention a risk, no matter how small, of prosecution. By not taking that call, he can focus on his true love - the impoverishment of widows and orphans.
Mr. Trump’s [severe, debilitating] personality disorder is marked, chiefly by fear, of… well… everything. He experiences other emotions only fleetingly; fear is a constant; the constant backdrop to his existence.
Negligently precipitating another person’s crime can be tortious, but I can’t imagine how they’re going to get past proximate cause on that one, much less the First Amendment.