So Help Me God

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

“Call your first witness.”

In every trial in the United States of America, after opening statements, words like those are the first you hear in the courtroom.

Every trial. Every time.

Not in the so-called trial of the impeachment of Donald John Trump. The accessories after the fact who are the majority party are poised to violate the oaths they took mere days ago, swearing — to God no less — to do impartial justice. The human turtleneck who is the majority leader has spent his entire effort to do just the opposite, by blocking the first witness, the second witness, every witness.

A trial without witnesses is no trial.

Every senator who swore the oath and then votes to bar witnesses from testifying at trial betrays that oath and the higher power they swore on. Betrays their oath, their country, their God.

Is it fair to throw God in their faces? They’re always throwing God in ours. For most of them God is a pretense. But if God is not a pretense, God may not be so forgiving this time. Because these senators know well what they do.

Donald Trump asked where is my Roy Cohn. He has likely found fifty Roy Cohns in the Senate.

But then a vengeful God may ask in turn:

Where is my Lee Harvey Oswald.