I challenge you to read this piece without actually laughing out loud at least once. To wit:
- On Jan. 14, the day after President Trump was impeached for the second time, I stopped by the Oval Office. The night before, he had unequivocally denounced the violence at the Capitol and called for calm and national unity. I congratulated him on his address. “I knew you’d like it,” he said. He seemed discouraged, so I reminded him that I was praying for him.
“Don’t bother,” he said.
As I stood to leave, he said, “It’s been fun.”
“A privilege, Mr. President,” I answered.
“Yeah, with you.”
Walking toward the door leading to the hallway, I paused, looked the president in the eye, and said, “I guess we will just have to disagree on two things.”
“What?”
I referred to our disagreement about Jan. 6 and then said, “I’m also never gonna stop praying for you.”
He smiled: “That’s right—don’t ever change.”
Just can't believe someone talks like that. It's like a villain in a C-grade movie.“Hundreds of thousands are gonna hate your guts. . . . People are gonna think you’re stupid.”
“You can be a historic figure,” he said, “but if you wimp out, you’re just another somebody.”
the president replied, “I like the other thing better,”
“You’ll go down as a wimp,” he said. “If you do that, I made a big mistake five years ago!”