Accessory to Murder

I’m just a plainspoken Colorado criminal defense lawyer, but the way I see it…

Winston Churchill once asked a woman if she would sleep with him for five million pounds. She was intrigued and said she supposed she would, if the terms of the transaction were further explained.

He countered his own offer: how about, he said, for five pounds. The lady was aghast. Just what kind of woman do you think I am, she said. Oh, Churchill replied, we’ve pretty much established that; we’re just haggling over price.

Donald Trump is like that. For the right price, he condones murder.

To be sure, Saudi Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman isn’t your everyday murderer. Like all the best murderers, he’s got a cute nickname. His is “MbS”; Donald’s, according to a lady who claims to know him in the best possible Biblical sense, is “Tiny”.

More than nicknames, though, the prince and the president are tied at the loins by the dollars that get the commander-in-chief’s salivary glands cranking overtime (that’s the only overtime he puts in). Some things are just more important to him than human life, and there are billions of those things hanging off the Saudi trees, ripe for the picking.

When asked, Donald Trump says, “Maybe he did, or maybe he didn’t.” For him, that’s the equivalent of reasonable doubt.

His intelligence agencies don’t express that same doubt.

The CIA concluded with “high confidence” that MbS ordered the killing of Jamal Khashoggi. CIA confidence doesn’t get any higher than that, unless they’re asked who the worst president is in the history of the Republic.

So for billions of dollars, Donald Trump has haggled a pretty good price on a coverup to a murder.

Thing is, our beloved President would have settled for much less.

Khashoggi was a journalist. Enemy of the people.