It won’t be Michael Cohen. And it won’t be Michael Flynn either. Forget about Paul Manafort while you’re at it, and he can take Rick Gates and Don McGahn with him. Yeah, I know, their faces are all as universally recognizable as Fabio’s pecs, and they all have, like, kick ass stories to tell, but none of them will be the one.
So, who will ultimately be the one that will bring down the Trump presidency? I don’t know for sure, but my current best guess is Susan DiLombardo. Although I do understand that Matthew Shipman has some juicy “naughty bits” to share. And if you’re looking for a dark horse, keep an eye out on Molly Eastwood. I can literally hear you screaming, “What the hell are you blathering about?!? I’ve never heard of any of those people!”
Well, that’s the whole point, isn’t it? They’re all fictitious names, but they all represent real people, working at real jobs in the west wing of the White House. They’re the assistant to the printer cartridge guru, or the apprentice headline proof reader for the White House comms shop, or the “jigsaw” dude who tapes back together all of the papers that Trump tears to bits, to keep him compliant with the presidential records act. All of them share two things in common, they all work in the west wing, and they all have functional ears.
Manafort, Gates, Flynn, Cohen, Papasopoulos, Page, Stone, Corsi, and the rest of this cavalcade of losers share two things in common. They’re all flaming assholes, and they’re all guilty of something. GOP Senators are already making it clear that they aren’t going to impeach Glorious Bleater solely on the words of walking diaper stains like Cohen and Flynn. Documents certainly help, but juries want to hear from people they trust too. Look at Manaforts first trial, they had so many documents that they needed a Mayflower moving truck to get them all to court, but the jury still hung on 11 counts, partially because the jury didn’t like or trust Rick Gates.
And that’s where the drones and the worker bees will come in. And Trump is giving them all the ammo they need. Trump couldn’t keep a secret if you sewed his lips shut. And as for keeping his voice down, if he whispered “I love you” to Storm Daniels in Reno, Melania would have been able to hear it in New York. Trump doesn’t have vocal cords, he has a megaphone.
Two examples should suffice nicely. Pretty much since day one, the Trump White Hose has leaked like a colander. Not too long ago, a story that ran had some obscene number of corroborating sources, something like 35 separate sources. This was phenomenal, mostly because the west wing apparently only has about 40 employees in it, and 4 of them are named Trump. And here’s number two. Even a guy like Michael Wolff, whom everybody already suspected was going to do a hit job on Trump, was able to do nothing more than sit in a chair just off of the receptionists desk, and pick up enough industrial strength sludge to force Twitter to cut Trump back to 140 characters to keep him from melting down the servers.
These people are not involved in criminal acts, nor are they co-conspirators. And they may not be inclined very much towards guarding what they know too seriously. After all, they took jobs in the White House because they thought that would be their golden ticket to a lifetime of gainful employment in DC. But after less than two years, they have come to realize that putting experience in the Trump White House on their resume will ensure that their application will be stamped, “You’ll never work in this town again!” But if they paid the slightest bit of attention, the lowliest of them almost certainly knows more than Trump himself, considering that he won’t listen to a word that doesn’t come out of his own mouth.
What happened yesterday? Michael Cohen was sentenced to spent the next three years of his life working on his backhand in an orange jumpsuit, and the judge flatly stated from the bench that he fully agreed that Trump had engineered the criminal campaign finance law violations. But what was the most mammoth story line of the day? AMIs CEO, David Pecker, admitted that AMI coordinated the catch and kill with Trump’s campaign. David fucking Pecker?!? His name was a one cycle oddity when the original National Enquirer catch-and-kill story broke months ago. After that one cycle, his name disappeared faster than any song T Rex put out before and after “Bang a gong,.” But he stole the late part of the cycle yesterday, solely because he was such an “outsider.”
So yes, scalawags like Manafort, Flynn, Cohen et al may have fancy stories to tell, and very damaging to Trump to boot. And there may be files, and even audio to back them up. But it’s still going to be one person, or several people, that you have never heard of before, and never will again, who will finally drop the hammer on Trump’s fat, empty head. Simply because they’re not implicated in any of it, they have no sane reason to lie, they can back each other up, and because the rest of the idiots in The Hole In The Head Gang just couldn’t keep their big mouths shut.
* A quick holiday reminder *
Copies of President Evil, and the sequel, President Evil II, A Clodwork Orange make perfect e-stocking stuffer gifts for people you really aren't all that interested in impressing. And what better time to get reacquainted with the roller coaster that was the 2016 election cycle than before the release of the final volume of the trilogy, President Evil III, All the Presidents Fen.
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