DISCLAIMER:

 ⚖️ Warning: This rant contains high concentrations of bullshit detection, legal whiplash, and righteous profanity. Side effects may include spiking blood pressure, ironic laughter, and yelling “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” into the void. Not recommended for those who still believe “alternate electors” is a real job title. Consult your conscience before proceeding. 

So let’s get this straight:

Kenneth Chesebro — the self-appointed architect of the “Fake Electors Scheme” — decided that democracy was just a little too messy and slow for his taste, and figured, hey, why not handcraft some forged electoral certificates and slip them to Congress like it’s study hall and he’s passing notes to the teacher?

The man literally wrote the blueprint for undermining a presidential election. Not in secret. Not by accident. But in full “let’s commit light treason with a fountain pen” energy.

And what does New York’s judiciary say now?

 “Yeah… about that oath you swore to uphold the Constitution? Turns out you used it to wipe your shoes.”

Disbarred. Done. No more courtroom for you, Kenny.

But don’t think he’s alone in this conga line of coup co-conspirators.

Let’s review the lineup, shall we?

• John Eastman – The guy who convinced Trump that a coup could be filed like taxes. Suspended.
• Jenna Ellis – Who cried on the courtroom floor like someone told her QAnon wasn’t real. Censured and pleading guilty.
• Sidney “Unleash the Kraken” Powell – Who apparently thought Mythical Beasts Weekly was legal precedent. Guilty plea, Georgia.
• Rudy Giuliani – Last seen melting on camera like a knockoff candle from a discount apocalypse bunker. Suspended. Disbarment looming.

It’s like the Super Bowl of sanctioned attorneys, and every single one of them spiked the ball in the wrong damn end zone.

But Kenny? He’s special. Because he designed the playbook. He’s the guy who convinced GOP operatives in multiple states to dress up cosplay electors and ship forged documents to the U.S. Senate, like this was some half-assed version of National Treasure meets To Catch a Felon.

He’s STILL facing charges in Wisconsin, where the Badger State is not amused, and not planning to let him off the hook with a wrist slap and a halfhearted “oopsie.” And because they’re state charges, even a Trump presidential pardon couldn’t save his lying, plotting ass.

Which brings us to the real punchline:

Donald Trump is the GOP’s president again.

The guy who stood to benefit most from this banana republic cosplay?

He’s walking free and basking in applause—because when you’re the ringleader in a cult, you don’t need an alibi. You just need airtime.

So while Chesebro loses his license, and Powell, Ellis, Eastman, and Rudy spiral into legal oblivion, the orange-faced chaos muppet they served is once again front and center—leading the same party they disgraced, with the same strategy: break the system, then blame the consequences on “the Deep State.”

It’s not justice. It’s not law. It’s not even ideology anymore.

It’s a fucking grift with a legal letterhead.

And America keeps picking up the tab.