Donald Trump’s Lawsuit Has Entered the Find Out Phase
The Pulitzer Prize Board demands his records, his money trail, and possibly his last remaining secrets
This week’s installment of Trump v. Reality comes courtesy of the Pulitzer Prize Board, which has decided it is done indulging his tantrum and would now like to see… well, everything.
Medical records. Psychological records. Prescription histories. Tax returns. Financial holdings. Foreign gifts. Crypto assets. Liabilities. The Pulitzer Prize Board isn’t asking for a sliver of context or a carefully curated snapshot, they’re demanding the whole damn filing cabinet, prying open every drawer Trump has spent a decade slamming shut.
Oh yeah!, and while we’re at it, documentation proving that all those other lawsuits, the E. Jean Carroll cases, the CNN suit, the ABC settlement, the CBS meltdown, the Wall Street Journal–Epstein birthday card fiasco, actually caused the billions and billions of dollars in harm Trump keeps claiming. In short: Show us your work.
This is all unfolding in a defamation lawsuit Trump himself filed after the Pulitzer Prize Board committed the unforgivable sin of calmly explaining why it refused to rescind the 2018 prizes awarded to the New York Times and the Washington Post for their reporting on Russian interference and the Trump campaign. The Board commissioned two independent reviews. Those reviews found that nothing in the reporting had been discredited by later facts. The prizes stood.
Trump responded the way he always does when confronted with facts: he sued. According to Trump, the Board’s explanation defamed him. Emotionally devastated him. Ruined his reputation. Cost him untold wealth. Possibly disturbed the very molecules of his being. He demanded astronomical damages in Florida state court and waited, presumably, for everyone to cower.
Instead, the Pulitzer Prize Board chose violence. Their discovery requests are a thing of beauty. Not flashy, nor rhetorical, just brutally literal. If Trump is claiming emotional or physical injury, they would like the records supporting that claim, all of them, going back to January 1, 2015. Including prescription medications and annual physicals. And if he is not claiming such injuries, they would like him to say so in writing.
That sentence alone is doing more work than most congressional committees. Trump’s entire litigation persona depends on simultaneously being the most harmed man in America and the most private. He wants to claim catastrophic emotional damage without ever explaining what that damage looks like, who diagnosed it, or what treatment it required, if any. The Board has now forced him to choose: either the harm was real, or it wasn’t. And either way, the paper trail matters.
Then come the finances. The Board would like Trump’s tax returns from all jurisdictions, with all attachments, schedules, and worksheets, from 2015 to the present. They would also like documentation showing every source of income, every asset, every liability, and every gift worth $100,000 or more. If you’re going to claim you lost billions, they politely suggest we should probably see what you had in the first place, and who was giving it to you.
The lawsuit has stopped being about defamation and now looks like an unsolicited audit of Trump’s entire adult life.
And just when it seems it can’t get better, the Board turns Trump’s own legal hobby against him. If the Wall Street Journal injured him by reporting on his 2003 birthday letter to Jeffrey Epstein, then he must produce the documents. If E. Jean Carroll damaged his reputation, he must produce the documents, and reconcile them with the jury verdict finding him civilly liable for sexual assault. If CBS, CNN, and ABC cost him billions, he must show the proof. If being accurately described on television caused him harm, he must explain how.
Trump has filed hundreds of defamation lawsuits, each one inflating his supposed suffering to cartoonish proportions. The Pulitzer Prize Board has simply said: fine. Let’s see the evidence.
And here’s the part that makes this such a delicious spectacle: Trump always loses interest when discovery gets real.
We’ve seen this movie. When Michael Cohen fought back by immediately serving discovery and noticing Trump’s deposition, Trump delayed, dodged, claimed he was too busy, tried to push dates months out. Judges ordered him to sit. Trump blinked. And then, right on schedule, he dismissed the case and ran away rather than answer questions under oath.
The Board isn’t just defending journalism, it’s calling Trump’s bluff in the one arena where his bravado collapses: sworn testimony backed by documents.
Trump can posture on cable news, rage on social media, and file lawsuits by the dozen. What he cannot do, and has never been able to do, is withstand sustained, disciplined scrutiny of his records, his finances, or his health.
Trump will either comply and open the vaults, revealing a trove of information he has spent years fighting to keep hidden. Or he can do what history suggests he will do: stall, deflect, scream “witch hunt,” and eventually walk away from his own lawsuit rather than let anyone see what’s inside.
Either way, the rest of us get to enjoy the show. I’m stocked up on popcorn and Prosecco is chilling.




This is a bright light in the midst of darkness! It makes me happy and hopeful! I love your writing, and I love you Mary Geddry! Thank you!
I think the TACO label is fitting.