Sure… as she ably points out, there could be an innocent explanation: maybe he already gave those specific, later dated boxes back at the June 2 in-house meeting (pre-search warrant).
Maybe he was so addled, after losing (after November 7, 2020), that he stopped cutting up newspapers, entirely. [Highly unlikely.]
Or… as BobCon points out (in comments, there):
…BobCon says:
It’s like an archaeological dig where you find among the rubble of a burned mill an accumulation of pennies with dates that stop at 1820. You get a good idea when the mill was burned and the operation was moved to a different site….
So — where are all the REST of the classified and top secret documents that one would expect to be shuffled in among his press clippings, as was his wont — in the absence of any sensible filing system? Shuffled in with clothing, and framed pictures….? Where?!
Buried in Ivana’s lead casket, at Bedminster, perhaps?!
I know it sounds… nutty — but I’d bet my last dollar… that somewhere — at one of his clubs, or at Jr.’s home… there are additional stashed national defense secret documents… for subsequent barter, sale or… blackmail.
DAMNATION. Damn. Damn.
It is… decidedly like the case of the dog that did NOT bark — or the clean, trackless front yard, on the morning after a snow — despite assertions that several people visited and looked in the windows — that prior snowy evening… without even a trace of foot-falls, in the yard, in the bright but frigid morning sunshine.
This. Is. Going. To. Get. Worse. Far. Worse.
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