When Judges Become Activists, No One’s Safe — Not Even You

The New Justice System: Trial by Media, your Property, your Rights, your Voice — All Disposable If You Think Wrong...

Headline: Robed Clowns and the Pillory They Deserve

So let me get this straight. A judge in a bathrobe who knows less about Florida real estate than a drunk tourist in flip-flops just tried to slap the President of the United States with a half-billion-dollar fine because… what? He didn’t like the way Mar-a-Lago was valued?

Seventeen million dollars. That was Judge Arthur Engoron’s number. Seventeen. For Mar-a-Lago. That’s like saying your Bentley’s worth a couple golf carts and a can of Fix-a-Flat. Even the mold on the drapes in that place is worth more than that.

But here’s where it goes from stupid to criminal.

This wasn’t some minor paperwork mix-up. Engoron didn't just pull that number out of a hat, he pulled it from somewhere a whole lot darker and warmer (Where the sun don’t shine.) Then he did what rogue judges do best: He refused to let Trump’s lawyers present evidence. No counter-appraisals. No rebuttals. Just sit down, shut up, and let the kangaroo court hop all over your constitutional rights.

This isn't just judicial malpractice. This is straight-up abuse of power. And it's not isolated.

Letitia James, the New York Attorney General, basically ran for office on a “Get Trump” platform. She didn’t even pretend. She stood on a stage and promised vengeance. That’s not justice, that’s a vendetta wrapped in a campaign ad. And the media cheered like it was halftime at the Super Bowl.

Let’s talk about “excessive fines,” shall we?

The Eighth Amendment was supposed to protect Americans from being financially executed by the state. Apparently, nobody told these robe-wearing wrecking balls. It took a New York appeals court — and a pretty divided one at that — to finally admit that slapping someone with a $500 million penalty for inflating his ego on a loan application is, in fact, a bit much.

Oh, and by the way, all those banks? They got their money back. With interest. No one cried foul. No one sued Trump for deception. Because no one was deceived.

But here’s the kicker. The same court that killed the fine still banned Trump and his sons from running their own business for a few years. Why? “To curb their business culture.” What does that even mean? Are we punishing vibes now?

This entire saga is a billboard for everything that’s broken in our legal system. We have judges playing activist. We have prosecutors running for office with torches in hand. We have penalties handed down based on how much the press claps, not on what the law allows. And when it all collapses under constitutional review, what do we get? A shrug. A “Oops. Maybe that was a little much.”

No. That’s not good enough.

If it were up to me, I’d skip the legalese and bring back something with a little more bite. And it’s public humiliation at it’s finest! It’s called the pillory. Look it up…

You lock their heads and hands in place on a metal or wood contraption. Make ‘em stand or bend over. Because here’s the beauty of the pillory, you can’t dodge what the crowd throws at you. It’s raw, it’s public, and it damn well makes the point.

Engoron would look real cozy in one. So would every robe-slinging wannabe tyrant who thinks justice is a game of “Get Trump or Go Home.”

This isn’t about liking Trump. This is about whether the rules apply to everyone, or just the people the media approves of. Because if a judge can rewrite the value of your property and gag your defense just because he doesn’t like your politics, then guess what?

You’re next.

So yeah. Disgusting doesn't even cover it.

This isn’t just a one-off. This is the same song on repeat.

They’ve been pulling this stunt since Trump stepped off that escalator. Every term, every turn, every time he breathes — there’s some judge, DA, or bureaucrat who decides this is the moment they’ll finally “get him.” It’s lawfare on loop. And let’s be honest, the public’s fed up. Sick of the spectacle. Tired of watching justice turn into a political game show.

And here’s the real fear bubbling under all that frustration:

If they can do this to him, a billionaire, a sitting president, a guy with a war chest of lawyers, what the heck can they do to you?

You don’t have Trump’s bank account. You don’t have his platform. You don’t have the army of lawyers on standby. You’re just trying to keep your house, your job, your sanity.

Maybe that’s why voters finally slammed the brakes.

They didn’t just reject Kamala. They voted for change, real change. Big, blunt, no-apology change. Because deep down, they know the country’s been careening in the wrong direction. And Trump? For all his flaws, he’s the one turning the wheel. He’s trying to get us back to something that looks like safety, sanity, and yes, success.

Call it what you want. But one thing’s clear.

The people weren’t fooled.

They’re wide awake.

And they’ve had enough.