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I'm not going to insult you with a tidy bow. Here are the only three things that are actually true.

It is not normal. Not "unusual." Not "norm-breaking" in the gentle NPR sense. A sitting president running a quarter-billion-dollar securities book, minimum, atop the largest stockpile of market-moving secrets in human history, through a trust run by his own kids, while the agency that polices exactly this is deliberately starved, has no American precedent, because every previous occupant of that office understood, on a gut level, that this was the bright line you do not so much as lean on.

It is built to be impossible to prosecute, which is not the same as innocent. Those are opposite things wearing the same coat. "You can't quite prove it" is the product, not the defense.

And it is only invisible if you agree to stop looking.

That is the entire wager. Not that you'll approve. They know you won't; the 88 percent won't. The wager is that you'll get tired. That the number becomes wallpaper. That Casino Donnie ends up a punchline instead of an indictment of all of us for leaving the table open.