But no less worthy of condemnation.
And would all of that have to be returned if, by some pigs flying hellish miracle, Trump pardoned him? Or not necessarily?
I don’t think it’s necessarily “part of his sentence” but rather a consequence of his incarceration. I am going to go ahead and infer that it’s not really a military pension, but VA disability benefits which have been reduced substantially:
VA disability compensation payments are reduced if a Veteran is convicted of a felony and imprisoned for more than 60 days. Veterans rated 20 percent or more are limited to the 10 percent disability rate. For a Veteran whose disability rating is 10 percent, the payment is reduced by one-half. Once a Veteran is released from prison, compensation payments may be reinstated based upon the severity of the service connected disability(ies) at that time. Payments are not reduced for recipients participating in work release programs, residing in halfway houses (also known as “residential re-entry centers”), or under community control. The amount of any increased compensation awarded to an incarcerated Veteran that results from other than a statutory rate increase may be subject to reduction due to incarceration.
FAFO indeed.
“My son Eric is much more involved with it than I am. I’ve been doing other things,” the former president replied. “And I guess you could say on something major, final decisions, whatever. But I’ve been much less involved in it than … over the last five years, five or six years than ever before.”
There was “a little whiff of him throwing Eric under the bus there should any charges press further on,” O’Brien said on MSNBC on Sunday.
“But maybe if I serve out dad’s prison sentence for him I will finally earn his love and respect!”
Narrator: He won’t.
This is an overview of the entire deposition transcript starting with throwing Eric under the bus. He also claims one of his NFT’s are going for $82,000 and he determined property value based on a “gut” feeling. MeidasTouch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqKG4JyTins
Given his weird diet that explains how the same property can be gut-priced at next to nothing on the tax rolls and a King’s ransom on the load documents where the property is pledged as collateral.
I assume you meant loan documents, but they are a load of crap so that works too.
D’oh. Yes, “loan” was intended. But yeah, they’re liberally loaded with BS too.
IANAD, but I believe her issue is mental health incontinence.
I’ve just read this wonderful description of Trump by British writer Nate White. Forgive me if this has been posted before as I think it’s quite old now.
Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?
A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?’ If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”
I find that a funny comment, because as an American I always feel like British people are nicer. Though maybe I’m conflating “politeness” with “niceness”.
Also, I haven’t known too many British people personally, but those I have known have a tendency to be snarky. (One friend sounded and acted just like Simon Cowell, something I used to mock him about frequently.) So maybe I should reevaluate that opinion.
In my experience the levels of niceness are the same across the world but the way these things reveal themselves differ depending on the local culture.
Look, it’s not that she can’t stop spewing shit, it’s that she doesn’t want to! That makes it not a medical problem, she’s just an asshole.
Oh, well said. A takedown for the ages. I just hope that someday in my lifetime we will all be able to go for hours at a time without thinking about DJTat all.
Maybe it’s just the accent.
Again, at least in the example of my friend who sounded like Simon, the accent did not at all help. 
Oh please! Can I have that for xmas, and my bday or really can I have that for the whole sad world? We so need a break from that blowhard.
I wouldn’t say that Trump’s style of humor or sensibilities are so-far removed from Jeremy Clarkson and Clarkson certainly seemed to have a reasonably large following in the UK.
I’d venture to guess that there’s a significant number of fans of Trump in the UK. It might not be the posh sort that the writer of that article has decided is a 'true British person" but they are people who were born and raised there and, to my eye, perfectly as much a citizen of the UK as everyone else.
I also note that Trump doesn’t seem to have polled particularly differently than Bush II.
I don’t know how seriously I would take Britons’ evaluation of other countries’ leadership considering they chose leaders for themselves who led the kingdom straight into the morass of continuous own-dick-punching that is Brexit, but okay.