Waiting for Donald Trump to be indicted for approving hush money from campaign funds to a porn star has been like waiting for Geraldo Rivera to open Al Capone's vault. You feel obliged to pay attention, but you know in your heart that you're not going to be satisfied.
The grand jury investigating Trump in Manhattan was never going to indict Trump this week. Next week, maybe. This week, Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg is still dotting his i's and crossing his t's before he makes such a decision based on evidence we know nothing about per laws that keep evidence before a grand jury a secret while the grand jury is deliberating.
And shame on the pundits who talked about what an historic moment it would be when Bragg indicted Trump and thus became the first prosecutor to indict a former U.S. President. The only thing historic about this past week was how Trump managed even while under investigation to make himself the center of attention for his own benefit. The press promised us a gourmet meal and we ended up with a nothingburger.
And please don't start speculating about next week. We're only going to get played yet again.
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