Now THAT would make for an interesting made-for-TV movie!
I suppose I always naively thought the SS was inviolable, they were sworn to take a bullet and so on. Lately though, it seems they’ve been caught with their pants down (sometimes literally) or sleeping on the job. If anybody had juicy gossip to leak, it would be those guys.
Guys like Prince make me nervous, though. I don’t want them anywhere near the reins of power.
It’s the President’s cocoon. Woven of thread so fine it appears as if it is not there, at all. His daughter employs a sweatshop in China specifically to make this garment.
I’ve got the impression that there’s a little bit of internal prioritization; up until NotTooBrightOrange guarding the president has been an elite assignment inside the Service. The problem is that whenever there’s a problem you can count on Schiller to cover the lucrative part of his butt-even with an eye to when he’s no longer a Fed. The result is a division/confusion of mission that is an assassin’s dream.
“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” — H. L. Mencken
Many hugely big bannered Trumpsters have gone quiet, but are merely lying in wait ;-). The gun clubs (2 ranges nearby) usually go quiet most of the year, but lately are 24/7/365. Hmmm. The revolution is near.
You know, I have always thought that the easiest way to see how hard being president is is to look at each president when they take office and then four years later when they run again. They all look a lot more tired and noticeably older. Without knowing anything else at all, that should tell you how stressful of a job it is, considering that it comes with financial security and a lot of respect and prestige. I know Trump is an incurious dolt but this kind of takes the cake.
Here you go Donald. Instead of a noun, just turn “president” into a verb. (Sung to the tune of “It’s so easy”.)
It’s not easy to president.
It’s not easy to president.
People tell me I’m a fool
So here I go breaking all the rules
Well it’s not easy
it’s not easy,
it’s not easy,
Oh well, well it’s not easy,
it’s not easy,
It’s not easy,
Oh well, well it’s not easy,
it’s not easy,
it’s not easy,
Oh-oh, where I’m concerned, I just got burned.
It’s not easy to president,
It’s not easy to president.
Looked into my heart I see
Mean old press telling lies of me.