Now that the Mueller report is out, we can rest assured. Betsy DeVos is just window dressing. The fish really does stink from the top. That DeVos glow is nothing compared to the boss who smells worse than she does.
Trump and his administration really is as chaotic, dysfunctional, and as truth-challenged as we imagined. But Mueller’s report should have a better title.
“I’m fucked,” would be a good one.
Even The New York Times spelled it out on page one.
On the cable shows, generally, it was asterisked out, perhaps to give it a kind of censorious spotlight.
The line is, of course, a quote from the profane Donald Trump when he first learned of the appointment of the Special Counsel, as in, “Oh my God. This is terrible. This is the end of my presidency. I’m fucked.”
The curtains are drawn, the behavior, the guilt is exposed. It is the self-proclaimed gotcha moment form the man of the hour. And it’s all under oath accounts from the aides inside. The Donald? He couldn’t be bothered to testify, other than to submit written and lawyered answers that usually begin, “I have no independent recollection….”
