I'm posting the following here, because it is rather a "tale of tomorrow," though not a tomorrow of the remote and distant future but still a speculation on what might be transpiring in and around the Oval Office, say about 9:47 AM on the morning of Wednesday, 20 January, 2021...
Attorney General William Barr watched as Jared and Ivanka left the Oval Office. Neither of them looked too happy, but then they had plenty of reason not to, he thought to himself. Still, that wasn’t going to be a patch on how her father was going to take the message he had for him. Trump had never learned how to take bad news well, but at this point in the game, how he took it or even if he were able to take it no longer mattered. “The truth is what the facts are,” Barr had heard someone say, years ago. Well, now Trump was staring down the barrel of some very difficult and inconvenient facts which, when assembled, made for a truth which would not and could not be dismissed, no matter how much that might be desirable. The AG passed Maddie Westerhout’s desk without acknowledging her and walked in.
“Bill, what are you doing …” Trump started.
“Shut up and listen,” Barr interrupted him. “For once in your life, stop talking. You need to hear this. There are representatives from the Southern District of New York, waiting for you just outside the grounds. Special Agents of the FBI are there with them. You will be placed under arrest the moment you leave the White House.”
“Goddamn that Biden, I knew he…”
“I said SHUT UP, Mr. President. Biden has nothing to do with this. The investigations into your tax returns, the Russian interference with the 2016 election, your relationship with Deutsche Bank, the business in the Ukraine, and too many other matters went active practically the moment Biden was declared the winner of the election. I couldn’t stop them, and if I had tried, the word would have gotten out to the press, and I’d be in even more trouble than I am already.”
“Then we’re not leaving here.”
“Damnit, Trump, you’re not listening. We have no choice. The Capitol Police are here, with instructions to remove you and any other staff who don’t cooperate, forcibly if necessary, if we’re not out by noon.”
“Like hell!” Trump sputtered. “Call Giuliani, tell him to get an injunction…”
Barr closed the 15 feet between him and the president and backhanded him hard. “You idiot! Giuliani is already under arrest. He was taken into custody this morning. The rest of your staff is either in the same boat or will be by end of business today. Some are being held as material witnesses against you…” Barr paused for a moment, “And me, too, for that matter, though I’m small potatoes, by comparison. The SDNY isn’t just going to throw the book at you; they’re aiming a whole library at your sorry head, and they won’t miss. All your stalling tactics have done is give them time to get all their ducks in a row. They are beyond ready, Mr. President. All they require is the end of your tenure as Chief Executive, and they will move.”
“There are no ‘buts.’ You have been trying to avoid this for the past two months, with court challenges which had no validity, appeals to your base, and that phenomenally stupid attempt to pardon yourself, which never got off the ground because it never should have even been proposed in the first place. There is no good way out of this, Mr. President, not for you or for me. I let my loyalty to you blind me to what would happen if the house of cards fell. Well, it’s fallen, and there’s no time to play 52-Card Pickup.”
“I won’t leave. They’ll have to come in here and take me. My people will eat that up. They’ll revolt.”
“And if they do, they will face the National Guard, just like you and I will be facing the rest of our lives in prison. This is OVER, Donald.”
“I’m not leaving.”
Bill Barr sighed from somewhere south of his beltline. No, he thought, this man hadn’t the wherewithal to confront his own failure and would need to have his nose rubbed irrevocably in it. “Have it your way, Mr. President,” he stated, resignedly, turned on his heel and walked out. Back inside the Oval Office, Barr’s audience began to shiver and tremble as the door closed behind him, tears streaming down his face. “I’m not leaving,” he repeated, collapsing onto a chair facing the Resolute Desk and huddling into himself. “I’m not leaving, I’m not leaving, I’m not leaving, I’m not leaving…”
Brilliant Loren I really enjoyed reading your very realistic essay especially the part when Barr gives Trump a backhander. Sweet.
I've said it many times, Stephen: Trump is a child in a man-suit, spoiled beyond any chance of acting responsibly and likely refusing to accept reality when it is staring him square in the face. Whether Trump is capable of stirring himself out of his self-imposed hallucination or not, I have no idea, though I am very dubious. The fact remains that the end of his presidency marks the beginning of a series of legal nightmares which will likely continue for the rest of his life.
And deservedly so.
Amen to that Loren If there was ever a man or man child as you say that has shown total hubris its the monster. Whatever comes his way in the form of legal actions is totally deserved.