There he goes again! NOSFERATU! No one can escape. He shows up on your feed, and President Trump gets him as a judge in every case.
Nosferatu Judge James Boasberg The Gaoler of Misfortune
Justice is but a veil, made of cobwebs, thin as mist before the dawn, and evaporates before the morning.. and beneath it lurks Nosferatu JEB Boasberg, warden of the crooked wheel. The wheel of fortune, justice of the Tarot card. Where your fate lands is anybody’s guess. His court is no tribunal of men, but a mausoleum where verdicts are embalmed before the trial begins. It is like a tomb of truth. The rotation of the wheel is an illusion, for it turns only where his pale hand directs it, no matter where it lands, he gets a TRUMP CASE! It is like Magic! He always lands against Trump.
He does not judge; he feeds. On power. On secrecy. In the dark shadows. Toiling in silence. Judging in Marble crypts. On the slow, drawn out decay of “due process”. Which time is running out on. His edicts, etched in shadows, and tears, bind the fates of those ensnared in the gears of his machine, while the architects of corruption walk free beneath the cloak of night, he calls LAW.. None are safe, save those who whisper allegiance to the masters of the midnight court…
And so the wheel spins, not by fate, nor by providence, or luck but by the unholy hand of Nosferatu Boasberg the Gaoler of Misfortune, the eternal magistrate of preordained guilt. You are guilty forever, if you are President Trump.
It is this sentence that drew my attention:
And everytime I see a photo of him, I think. NOSFERATU. It can be no other. Nosferatu James Boasberg:
The Judge of the Eternal Night
He is a specter of the tomb, a creature of law turned against justice, a judge who does not preside, but feeds. Nosferatu. Is ready to drink with his rat teeth.
His eyes, hollow as the verdicts he delivers, pierce through the pretending of fairness. His hands, long and grasping, clawlike, turn the wheel of fate not by chance, but by decree— always toward the same condemned, Trump, always in favor of the same unseen master, the devil… The shadows of his courtroom stretch unnaturally, swallowing the rights of men.
He does not rule. He does not deliberate. He selects. He collects. He devours. He holds destiny in his hand. Whatever he lands on Trump is guilty. Whatever Case he bets on, he gets only Trump cases.
Each time his rulings twist the knife deeper, the question lingers.. Is it the law that governs? Oh no, it is Nosferatu, waiting to feed.
For reference
Nosferatu Boasberg and the Wheel of Fortune Card I used to reference
No one truly knows what this card means. The ancient scholars say it is fate, a turning of fortune, a great gamble.. beyond our mortal grasp. Hard to understand.. But in this court, where the wheel does not spin by chance, it is not destiny but rather by DECREE. It is controlled by the Judge. He spins it. Its HIS WHEEL!
The Wheel of Fortune, in its truest form, is not the carnival game of television, where contestants shout and hope. I originally was going to draw that.. No, this is the wheel of Boasberg, where luck is but.. an illusion and fate is drawn not by unseen hands, but by the cold fingers of a judge who does not judge, he only selects. And he USES law as a weapon.. when spun, The names of Trump , only seems to appear, and the wheel turns, but the outcome is preordained. GUILTY! It is a rigged wheel.
It is better than the game show, I suppose. For at least in this version, the bankrupt slot is reserved only for those named TRUMP.. and THE grand prize? Absolute power, of the judge only, dressed in the black mourning robe of a vampyr.
Nosferatu Boasberg: Lord of the Midnight Court, He is not alone. He is but one of the Vampyr Wing of Judges, a cabal of the eternal, ruling not by sunlight, but by moonlight..after midnight, when us mortals sleep and justice is a forgotten dream. His brethren include Alexandre de Moraes, another cloaked specter of the bench, the bald scalps gleaming like a full moon!
They do not wear robes, they wear capes. Not to mourn the death of the queen, but rather to hide from sunlight in their coffins. Not judges robes but raiment of dominion. Cases are assigned not by chance, but by dark design, drawn into their grasp like moths to an inescapable flame. They get the cases they want and they want all of them which have Trump.
The wheel does not spin for them.
They are the wheel. The vampyre Judge brethren.
