The pundits are accurate. It's easy to read and informative. I learned the taxonomy of the varieties of classified information: SECRET, TOP SECRET, CONFIDENTIAL and their mutant cousins. SCI, NOFORN, etc. There were all kinds in Trump's stash. Making some of them available to hostile people might actually endanger real humans and perhaps "national security."
Trump didn't care. They were his precious baubles, the token of power lost. The picture of the rhythm of his days at "The Mar-a-Lago Club" is vivid, Mr. Trump ordering his servants to come and go, in particular the unfortunate Mr. Nauta who repeatedly dragged the boxes about. It was all just the normal business of a sometimes irrational, cranky boss.
Nauta should flip to the side of the prosecution, as all the other servant informants did. The oddity at this point is that he hasn't.
Trump apparently lied to his own lawyers -- but it's hard to believe they credited his word along with his promises to pay. (Did he pay? He doesn't usually.)
Twitter is having fun with the boxes in the bathroom:
"When considering what kind of boxes to put in your bathroom for holding classified documents I recommend going with neutrals, off whites, creams etc. Using a multitude of sizes and staggering the boxes gives depth. Try to stack most of the boxes on one wall, keeping only your most current reading materials near the toilet. Adding a candle to top of your current reading box adds a nice touch."
Trump has never been known for good taste.
Image of Putin and MBS doing their homework via @JohnWDean
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