Hope Hicks

I just spent six hours on this cartoon, on a Saturday at that, so you’re not getting a long blog from me today. I’d like to order some food and zone out for a while. Maybe I’ll watch the new Jerry Seinfeld thing I just heard is on Netflix, or maybe the documentaries on Bon Jovi and Duran Duran. No, I don’t like those bands but I do love music documentaries? Why am I talking about this? I need to be talking about Hope Hicks and her testimony from yesterday.

Hope Hicks testified during the Trump hush money case and presented herself as an empathetic figure which is funny coming from someone who worked several years for the least empathetic person in the country…and this is my point.

Hicks presented herself as nervous and even cried at one point during her testimony, and when she walked away from the witness stand, she apologized to Donald Trump for her testimony, saying, “I’m sorry, President Trump.” And that just cleanses any pity I might have had for Ms. Hope Hicks.

Listening to Hope Hicks is like listening to a mobster employee testify that she never knew about the decapitated horse head left in its owner’s bed.

Hope Hicks was there for all the dirt. She didn’t quit when she heard about the hush money payments to a playmate and a porn star. She didn’t quit when she heard about Trump’s affairs. She didn’t quit when she heard the Access Hollywood tape. She didn’t quit knowing Donald Trump boasted about sexually assaulting women. She didn’t quit knowing Donald Trump was a racist. She didn’t quit after getting to know Donald Trump and the kind of person he is.

In fact, she stayed on the job for the Trump Campaign and followed Stinky to the White House. Then she did quit but…she went back.

And if nothing else, I have disdain for her just because she called Trump “Mr. President (sic).” That’s a title of honor and respect and shouldn’t be given to the twice-impeached former guy who refused a peaceful transfer of power and tried to remain in office through an insurrection. The President of the Hair Club for Men, which Trump is probably a client of, deserves that title more than Trump. Anyone who refers to Trump as “president” doesn’t respect the presidency.

Soon, we’ll have to replace the term “crocodile tears” with “MAGAt tears.”

Don’t cry for me, MAGA-Lardo.

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