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“It’s not that you’re lying or you’re bad or anything like that,” Mr. Dowd told him. “Given your daily intake — just look what we’ve done this afternoon.” Mr. Dowd handed him a letter addressed to Mr. Mueller asserting the president’s right to terminate the investigation. Mr. Trump loved it.
The day after, a gleeful Mr. Trump called Mr. Dowd. “I slept like a rock,” the president said. “I love that letter.”
The above line says it all. Down treats trump like a little child and gives him a letter that he knows is all it takes to pacify him and he says next day, I loved it, sleep like a rock. He's like a heroin addict where they only care about the next hit. Trump is addicted to his narcissism, Dowd gives him a hit in the form of a letter and Trump can get to sleep.
By March, little progress had been made with Mr. Mueller. On March 5, Mr. Dowd met with the special counsel and one of his deputies and explained why he was trying to keep Mr. Trump away from them. “I’m not going to sit there and let him look like an idiot,” he said.
Later that month, Mr. Dowd told Mr. Trump why he should avoid an interview: “It’s either that or an orange jumpsuit.” “I’m not going to sit there and let him look like an idiot,” he said.
Later that month, Mr. Dowd told Mr. Trump why he should avoid an interview: “It’s either that or an orange jumpsuit.”
Good to see some droll humour from Reince... the witching hour, roffle.
He called the president’s bedroom—where he watches cable news—“the devil’s workshop,” and referred to the hours when Trump tweets as “the witching hour.”
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