I know what you want. What most of the nation wants. We want some good old fashioned vengeance dressed up like justice and served good and cold to Jussie Smollett, convicted liar and race-baiting fraud. A good long stretch in Federal prison. Preferably hard labor. In Siberia. You know, “MAGA Country.”  Chortle.

What else do you give a guy who brought America to the brink of a race war with $4,000 and the stupidest most lamebrain plan this side of a land war in Russian winter? No doubt about it, Jussie Smollett deserves prison.

Might I submit that what America really needs, and what Trump should deliver instead, is a Presidential pardon.

Wait, what?  I’ll wait for you to calm down in hopes you’ll keep reading.

While you and I both know that Jussie Smollett (and a good portion of the race hoaxing left) deserves to be fired from his show, publicly shamed for deception and sent off promptly to a 20-year stretch someplace horrible, it won’t work. Can’t happen. I hope it doesn’t.

Because it’s exactly what the talking heads and scream at the sky professional victims want to see.

Send Jussie Smollett to prison and he’ll be the mindless millennial version of Nelson Mandela inside a week. Still might be. Sainted and canonized (if they knew what those words meant) as the modern equivalent of Martin Luther King Jr. Such is our national nightmare after 50 years of public education with the Apple Dumpling Gang and the Khmer Rouge teaming up to write textbooks. And trust me, they do. Think, The Killing Fields set to showtunes. With an ending to die for. But I digress.

Truth is, sending Jussie Smollett to jail would be like sending a Kardashian to an NBA locker room after a bender. If you get my drift.

Truth is, sending Jussie Smollett to jail would be like sending a Kardashian to an NBA locker room after a bender. If you get my drift.

What America needs, and frankly, what Jussie needs instead, is a 200 city object lesson in unavoidable, inescapable, devastating reality. The Jussie Smollett MAGA Love and Apology Tour. Martyrdom and GMO free. Coming soon to a town and a shellshocked nightly CNN newscast near you. Oh, the humanity. Can’t you just imagine Don Lemmon’s gobsmacked face? I can.  All dressed for “Jussie is Just Like Jesus,” martyrdom and nowhere to spin.

Nothing to do but call Donald Trump his daddy and admit checkmate by a media master. Again.

It would be nothing less than a veritable Alcatraz of blistering optics that would turn Jussie Smollett’s staged attempt at a national race war into Donald Trump’s most brilliant media maneuver, rooted in the loving kindness and near bottomless forgiveness of the ardent MAGA base. The salt of the earth Trump folk who would inside of one week, embrace Jussie Smollett publicly as a hurting victim of his own demonized deceptions and a wayward American son raised on the ghost stories of Jeremiah Wright and the suspended animation Freedom Rider sob stories that belong in a museum alongside the Jim Crowe relics of  “Coloreds” drinking fountain displays and segregated lunch counters. An America that no longer exists except in the constantly fomented and festered nightmares of leftist identity politics and their cynical strategy of skin game power brokerage and hatred for hire.  It’s time to burn that narrative to the ground, once and for all.

And trust my public relations acumen, a Presidential pardon in exchange for a whistle stop, “We Forgive You, Jussie,” Donald Trump tour would heap hot coals sufficient to melt even the thickest heads in the social justice antisocial disorder picnic.

Because we’d love Jussie’s self hatred right out of him, if he’d let us. On national television, no less. Because we just don’t know any different.

Literally.

At the risk of seeming thick and slow as molasses in a polar vortex, I’ll confess that until two days prior to Jussie’s indictment and surrender to authorities, I hadn’t even registered the intended significance of the bottle of bleach and alleged bleach attack as part of the Smollett narrative. Sharp as a spoon intellect that I am, for most of a month’s time, it didn’t even dawn on my midwestern sensibility that Jussie was referencing an apparent effort by his imaginary attackers to turn his skin from brown to white.  The symbolism escaped me entirely. I just don’t think like that. Neither do you. None of us do.

And that’s exactly what Jussie needs to know.

Jussie Smollett needs to know that my naivety about skin color references and bleach bottles represents the entirety of the MAGA movement, Nicholas Sandmann included. He needs to know that he and every other liberal minority, clinging as they are to the shadows of yesteryear are still being sold at auction just like the cursed unfortunate souls scooped up centuries ago on the same continent where Jussie extracted his exploited hired help for a ridiculous misadventure in headlining stupid criminal tricks. Oh, the irony. The two innocent Nigerian men who came ashore to taste the American showbiz dream and were instead treated to Jussie’s most shameful, cynical enslavement to a wive’s tale of racial hatred that exists only in the addled cultural Marxist heads of the liberal left. And nowhere else. Certainly not inside arenas filled with red hatted, red pilled people who love Jesus and America and Donald Trump, in that order and aren’t even capable of realizing that some African Americans still believe that any of us even notice the color of their skin.

Just like the rest of our wounded nation, Jussie needs Jesus. And a good, long, get acquainted tour filled with the kind of people willing to show him for the first time in his life, what America is really about.

And I’ll wager you this: By the third stop filled with grandma MAGA hugs and “we forgive you’s,” and more than a few wagging finger lectures that end in tearful goodbyes and kissed cheeks, Jussie Smollett and anyone of fair mind watching the exchange would either suffer a break down of embarrassment, or come to faith in Jesus Christ, or both. And in the end, a lasting encounter of that last kind is the only thing capable of healing the divide that now afflicts our present union, brother to brother. The divide that has our liberal friends creating boogeymen and writing scripts to fulfill their worst imagined, self-inflicted, media cultivated fantasies of racial terrorism in America.

Just like the rest of our wounded nation, Jussie needs Jesus. And a good, long, get acquainted tour filled with the kind of people willing to show him for the first time in his life, what America is really about.

Pardon him, Mr. President. And leave the rest of it up to us.

Because in MAGA country, we know the power of forgiveness extended to a guy who’s already beaten himself up worse than prison ever could.