Saturday's Dessert Course on the Recount Menu

I also watched, with great interest, the Saturday Field Trip to the Hennepin County Government Center by the Emmer legal team, on The Uptake. Most of the volunteers had spent up to 35? of 40-45 hours during the week in exactly such a position, sitting at a table observing the flipping of ballot after ballot, so it was somewhat gratifying to see slimy-smooth Tony Trimble in shirtsleeves, looking quite small and unimportant, having to undo all the frivolous challenges that he and others had directed their volunteers to create, only a few days earlier. I noticed the groans they all made as they stood up, with sore necks and aching backs, after only one or two hours of looking at ballots - most of the volunteers had spent much, much longer shifts in such a position. Poor lawyers!! Now, keep in mind, everyone, that the 2604 ballots ruled to be frivolously challenged by the Emmer team were only the tip of the iceberg. At each table throughout the week, many more were pulled aside by the Emmer observers, who then, after wasting everyone's time, reversed their OWN calls at the end of each precinct's counting, for about half of their own challenges. The true measure of the idiocy is about double what we saw being dealt with on Saturday. It was a particularly good moment of schadenfreude to watch Tiny Tony Trimble trembling with humiliation, as he saw the fruits of his labors and the cause of his complaints pass before him. Earlier in the week he lit into a very professional Sandy Engdahl (Plymouth City Clerk), who was trying her best all week to bite her lip and NOT say the word everyone was thinking ("ludicrous") as she patiently went through hundreds of idiotic non-challenges by Tony's Troops. He decided to try to blame her, and humiliate her in the press, for "mistreatment" of his peeps (which was never the case). Well here he was, on camera for all to see, looking small and getting the true just desserts of his own mistreatment of others. Yes indeed, the Saturday Field Trip was just what was needed: a supreme bit of justice (pun intended) for the very people who like to humiliate others. It was their turn to be brought low. It was truly delectable "just desserts." Sweet!