Yesterday evening brought news from a "friend" of our president (one whose alleged news organization is currently proudly sponsored by a "Miracle Skin Cream [that netted] Biggest Deal in Shark Tank History") that the same psychopath who just yesterday set up a Potemkin media event in which each and every member of his cabinet was forced to say things like—and this is not made up—"we thank you for the opportunity and blessing to serve your agenda," is very strongly considering firing the Robert Mueller, the special counsel appointed by Congress to, at least tangentially, investigate Trump’s own campaign.
Once the news, which was doubtless the work of one of those dastardly leakers Trump hates so much (very likely His Royal Paunch himself), the surrogates came running to offer the requisite flimsy excuses. Newt Gingrich emerged from his Saran Wrap cocoon on a Transylvanian stalactite, as he seems to every year-and-a-half or so, to impugn the integrity of the special counsel, who, on May 17, Gingrich Tweeted was a “superb choice” for the job.
That it's even legal for a president to fire someone who is investigating members of his administration is ludicrous enough in itself. That this particular president seems to have so little regard for the intelligence of his constituency that he can't even be bothered to make a plausible excuse for doing so is a new low.
But not to worry, there's certain to be a new new one tomorrow.