There is no honor among thieves. This will keep getting better as the wheels come off.
All the best backstabbers…
In a normal world, I’d like to think that she did that out of a sense of duty, to do the right thing. But sadly, in trumpworld, she’s simply a part of a desperate pack of thugs.
yee-haw…
sheer ice…
Kudos to the author of the descriptive phrase for this 'administration’s WH staffers:
“…a deadly nest of vipers…”
Lord of the Flies School of Management. I’ll say it again-I’ve worked for some shitty people in my life but this guy takes the cake constructing such a poorly managed work place. And I imagine he makes his kids and wives battle it out for his meager shows of attention on a daily basis.
Remember all the news stories about backstabbing and palace intrigue in the White House during the Obama administration?
No, me neither.
So, things are going swimmingly? All will end well?
“Only the best people…”
Thieves, thugs, robbers, liars, and half-wits.
This is beginning to sound like an Un-funny Mel Brooks movie.
By the way, when is the next campaign rally in Rock Ridge?
That’s my biggest fear, to wit, that Trump and his minions will be able to successfully create the illusion of everything going swimmingly well, and enough number of voters will believe them.
That’s not backstabbing, that’s “front-stabbing.” It’s also delightful this whole story was leaked.
[Paul] said, “Once, on Caladan, I saw the body of a drowned fisherman recovered. He…The interesting thing about this man was the wounds on his shoulders–made by another fisherman’s claw-boots. … Another fisherman helping recover the body said he’d seen marks like this man’s wounds several times. They meant another drowning fisherman had tried to stand on this poor fellow’s shoulders in the attempt to reach up to the surface–to reach air.
“Why is this interesting?” the banker asked.
Because of an observation made by my father at the time. He said the drowning man who climbs on your shoulders to save himself is understandable– except when you see it happen in the drawing room.” (Frank Herbert, Dune)
and the Oval Office.
WHERE do they find these creatures? Were they vomited up from some polluted bog someplace?
Donald thrives on this kind of thing: he’s an agent of chaos, he cannot govern or lead, but he can domineer, scream, and bluster, and his task is much facilitated by feuds and backstabbing.
Dune…the first and original…game of planets!
“Everybody’s leaking, but ME!” 
Al the best people.
Well, I know I’m tired of winning…
Well, seeing as how his wife has relocated to NYC (per Twitter handle), it looks like that ship done sailed.
I hear everything is nice.