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Trump Screams About How the Courtroom Is an ‘Icebox’ – Yet He STILL Repeatedly Fell Asleep in Court Again Today

This is getting ridiculous.

Trump once again bemoaned the conditions inside the courtroom of his criminal trial to reporters outside today.

“I’m going to go into the icebox now and sit for about eight hours, or nine hours. I would much rather be in Georgia. I would much rather be in Florida, I would much rather be in states that are in play,” the former president said, just before drifting off to sleep in the apparently intolerable conditions inside.

Mr. Trump: Put on a sweater. There’s no dress code in court, especially if you’re TRYING to be obnoxious.

I’ll tell you one thing, dear reader. An orange jumpsuit is going to be a lot cooler than the $8,000 suits he favors from Brioni. And the odds are not in his favor for keeping those suits. The odds we see him in orange are much, much higher.

The sleepy bit, as reported by NBC’s Lisa Rubin and Allen Smith, came early in the day, as though something’s been keeping him up at night:

“Trump appeared to have fallen asleep while listening to testimony — at times appearing to stir and then falling back to sleep. Trump’s eyes were closed for extended periods and his head at times jerked in a way consistent with sleeping. With reporters mostly stationed in an overflow room and relying on screens showing Trump at a distance, it can be difficult to totally discern the nature of Trump’s shut-eye. His eyes are closed — a lot — but determining whether or not he is actually asleep is particularly tricky given the circumstances.”

That’s about as even-handed as reporting gets — he was clearly sleeping, but they still allowed him the benefit of the doubt.

That orange jumpsuit could come earlier than Trump thinks, too. Today he was threatened with jail for continued violations of the preemptive gag order issued by Judge Juan Merchand. He has already been fined for his violations, and he just can’t stop himself.

At least it will go with the color of his bronzer. And the frozen carrots he apparently feels like while he’s “trapped” in court for his own crimes. It’s not like we haven’t all seen the canceled checks and heard the evidence.

Maybe Trump is just starting to feel how cold he is.

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