So, everybody's accusing everybody else of having written an anonymous op-ed piece from inside the White House about how Trump's own staff is resisting him.
And everybody else is denying it's them.
For example, according to the New York Times, "Pence, Pompeo and a Parade of Administration Officials" are saying it's not them.
I like that just because of the alliteration. But before I fly off on an alliterative tangent of term paper terminology, back to Pence, Pompeo, and the putrid parade of presidential apparatchiks. (Take that, Spiro Agnew, wherever you are — and the nattering nabobs of negativism you rode in on.)
It seems that Pence is so outraged that he has "vowed" never to write for the Times again. Alas, that was only an Andy Borowitz sendup headline. Too bad. If real, it would have been proof that no matter how alarming an event may seem, there's always a silver lining.
On the more serious side, Nancy Pelosi thinks it might indeed be Pence, if not Dan Coates, if not Mike Pompeo, if not...well, let's start with Pence:
Over on the No More Mister Nice Guy Blog, Steve M is citing several other ideas:
But I have an entirely different theory. Call it the Murder On The Orient Express Theory. Like the umpteen suspects in the Agatha Christie novel, and the film, and the remake, I think it'll turn out that they all did it.
They, the people named above and everybody else in the White House — all of them upset, outraged, and finally infuriated by Donald's meltdowns and all the broken diplomatic and political crockery he leaves in his wake — sneaked into the Oval Office while The Trumpster was in bed upstairs, playing with his Tweeter. There, they took turns — each one typing a word or two until the whole Op-Ed piece was written.
Then, after sending it to the Times, they all ran and hid, staying out of the Trumpster's sight until they heard his first agonized cry of....no silly, not "Murder." He yelled "Treason!"
There! I've solved it! I must now go to my compartment and rest. Porter, do kindly telegraph ahead to the police at the next station, and meanwhile, bring me a cup of tea and my tin of mustache wax.
And everybody else is denying it's them.
For example, according to the New York Times, "Pence, Pompeo and a Parade of Administration Officials" are saying it's not them.
I like that just because of the alliteration. But before I fly off on an alliterative tangent of term paper terminology, back to Pence, Pompeo, and the putrid parade of presidential apparatchiks. (Take that, Spiro Agnew, wherever you are — and the nattering nabobs of negativism you rode in on.)
It seems that Pence is so outraged that he has "vowed" never to write for the Times again. Alas, that was only an Andy Borowitz sendup headline. Too bad. If real, it would have been proof that no matter how alarming an event may seem, there's always a silver lining.
On the more serious side, Nancy Pelosi thinks it might indeed be Pence, if not Dan Coates, if not Mike Pompeo, if not...well, let's start with Pence:
Over on the No More Mister Nice Guy Blog, Steve M is citing several other ideas:
Yastreblyansky has been floating the theory that the author was Larry Kudlow, with quite a bit of persuasive evidence. Now I'm reading William Saletan's argument for why the author had to be Jon Huntsman, and I'm finding that convincing.That same piece also takes note that Javanka think it's John Kelly. And when you get right down to it, it could be anybody from Nikki Haley, to Steve Mnuchin, to the White House butler. Umm, did I mention Melania, if you'll allow that somebody helped her with her English?
But I have an entirely different theory. Call it the Murder On The Orient Express Theory. Like the umpteen suspects in the Agatha Christie novel, and the film, and the remake, I think it'll turn out that they all did it.
They, the people named above and everybody else in the White House — all of them upset, outraged, and finally infuriated by Donald's meltdowns and all the broken diplomatic and political crockery he leaves in his wake — sneaked into the Oval Office while The Trumpster was in bed upstairs, playing with his Tweeter. There, they took turns — each one typing a word or two until the whole Op-Ed piece was written.
Then, after sending it to the Times, they all ran and hid, staying out of the Trumpster's sight until they heard his first agonized cry of....no silly, not "Murder." He yelled "Treason!"
There! I've solved it! I must now go to my compartment and rest. Porter, do kindly telegraph ahead to the police at the next station, and meanwhile, bring me a cup of tea and my tin of mustache wax.
3 comments:
I would be remiss if I didn't point out an old trick in journalism, when shielding a source.
The NYT referred to the author as a "he." If the NYT is still playing by the old rules, the source is not a "he." And that wouldn't be the first time a source was shielded using misdirection.
Plausible deniability when asked, "did YOU write the letter?" Nope... (just a few lines).
Brilliant, Hercule!
But I bet you didn't even need to spend too much time or energy stretching your "little gray cells" to figure that out.
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