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Delays

Sadly Trump has been in my mediasphere most of my adult life. Before deciding to make money off the presidency he as a private citizen committed many resources to self-promotion and so his name was in the things I read, mentioned in the radio I listened to, etc.

Most recently he prevailed upon a judge to delay legal proceedings about his theft of government documents. Many were classified; a classification of Top Secret is based on how much damage their removal from secure storage could cause. By definition his possession of them in a resort hotel with minimal security has caused our nation damage. We may never know who visited and managed to read them. We may never know how many intelligence assets were captured and killed because of his actions.

In any event Trump seems yet again to be able to manipulate the legal system through delay. I remember how he was able to defraud contractors who worked for him in Atlantic City by making them take him to court to be paid and then delaying proceedings until they gave up and accepted a pittance.

Why is a wealthy man able to get so very very many delays in our legal system? The courts are presided over by judges; why are so very many judges in so very many courts willing to accept perpetual delays in any proceeding involving Trump?

Better yet, should there not be some set of norms with penalties for judges in general to encourage them to actually proceed at some deliberate pace that leads to a conclusion?

I am a simple layperson; I do not understand why this is not so.

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