I can hear it now:
I’m a judge, you know, the generic type. The type who is so high on her or himself that they eat their own poop and tell everyone it’s the best thing they have ever tasted.
If you will excuse me, I am going to hear your “election fraud” case (scoff). I will be wearing a blindfold and will be unable to see any so called “evidence” of voter fraud.
But if I do, rest assured that I will decry the fraud and then sigh and say, “but it wasn’t enough to sway the election.”
Our system is broken. I never thought I would use this cliche, but the tree of Liberty needs watering.