The madman who tried to assassinate Trump is finally being held accountable for his actions. The jury has spoken.
And the would-be Trump assassin just did the unthinkable after the jury hands down their conviction.
In a stunning display of madness, Ryan Routh, the deranged individual who lurked in cover with an assault rifle at President Donald Trump’s golf course, attempted to end it all with a pen right in a Florida courtroom. This came moments after his conviction for trying to assassinate the GOP leader, highlighting the unhinged nature of those targeting America’s true champions.
The courtroom erupted into pandemonium as jurors filed out. Routh grabbed a pen and began thrusting it toward his neck in a frantic bid for self-harm. Marshals wasted no time, tackling him and hauling him away amid the turmoil.
His daughter, Sara Routh, let out a piercing cry from the gallery. “Dad I love you. Don’t do anything. I’ll get you out. He didn’t hurt anybody,” she shouted.
Minutes later, Routh reappeared in the room, now shackled and stripped of his jacket and tie. His white shirt showed no blood, but the damage to his dignity was clear. The judge wasted no time scheduling his sentencing for December 18, a day that could seal his fate behind bars forever.
Jurors needed roughly two hours to nail Routh, 59, on five federal counts: attempted assassination, assault on a federal officer, and various gun violations. This followed a tense two-week trial in Fort Pierce, Florida, where the evidence against him piled up like a house of cards ready to collapse.
Facing a potential life sentence, Routh’s post-verdict meltdown saw him plunge the pen into his neck. Details on his injuries remain murky, but one thing is certain: this act reeks of a coward unwilling to face the music for his vile plot.
As a construction worker with zero legal chops, Routh opted to defend himself, turning the trial into a circus of absurdity. He floated the insane idea of resolving the case via a deadly golf duel against Trump himself.
In his wild proposal, if Trump triumphed on the links, he could personally execute Routh. But if Routh came out on top, he’d snatch the presidency. It’s the kind of lunatic fantasy that exposes the depths of anti-Trump hysteria gripping the fringes. The judge hammered Routh time and again for trampling courtroom protocols with these outrageous antics.
Prosecutors laid out how Routh schemed for weeks before positioning himself at Trump International Golf Club in West Palm Beach on September 15, 2024, while Trump enjoyed a round. This was a calculated strike.
A vigilant Secret Service agent caught sight of Routh in his hideout, rifle barrel jutting through the fence. The agent unleashed fire, forcing Routh to bolt without squeezing off a single round.
This marked the second brazen assault on Trump in mere weeks. Back on July 13, 2024, 20-year-old Michael Thomas Crooks unleashed a barrage at a rally in Butler, Pennsylvania, grazing Trump’s ear with a bullet. A Secret Service sniper swiftly ended Crooks, but these incidents scream of a deeper war on conservative values.
Overseeing the trial was Judge Aileen Cannon, appointed by Trump, who cut short Routh’s opening ramble after under 10 minutes. He veered into bizarre tangents on ancient human history and figures like Adolf Hitler, Vladimir Putin, and Benjamin Netanyahu—irrelevant drivel that had no place in a serious proceeding.
“This case means absolutely nothing,” Routh declared to the jury. “A life has been lived to the fullest.” Such nonsense only fueled the perception of him as a disconnected radical.
During jury selection, Routh pushed absurd questions about annexing Greenland, pro-Palestinian protests, and even how jurors might handle a turtle in the road. Cannon shut them down flat, deeming them pointless distractions.
Living in Hawaii lately, Routh ditched his lawyers this summer and, with Cannon’s nod, took the reins of his defense. She cautioned him that pros would handle it better, limiting his standby counsel to basic legal queries only—no strategy sessions.
Once in charge, Routh bombarded the court with deranged filings, including a witness list summoning Trump, activist Mahmoud Khalil, and a Secret Service agent he bizarrely accused of asking him to “spank/slap a**.” It’s the stuff of tabloid fever dreams, not a courtroom.
Cannon barred most of Routh’s 24 witnesses, ruling their input irrelevant to the core facts. Prosecutors, meanwhile, paraded 38 law enforcement experts, including the agent who thwarted the plot, painting a d*mning picture.
Routh called a measly three witnesses: two for character and one gun specialist. Pleading not guilty across the board, he skipped testifying himself. In prior motions, Routh questioned why his charges weren’t death-eligible and even begged for a prisoner swap with Hamas, Iran, China, or Russia.
