The Queen of Corruption's Court
How a disgraced prosecutor became Trump's law-and-order czar—and why her husband's pardon was always the plan
An Albany bar confession, a trail of prosecutorial wreckage, and the perfect symbiosis of damaged goods. My investigation of Trump’s friends in low places continues with a woman so vile and self-serving she makes a Trump family dinner look like a detour to Walton’s Mountain.
The exhaustion is real. Writing about Donald Trump's parade of damaged appointees has become a Sisyphean task. Each scandal pushes the boulder of accountability up the mountain, only to watch it roll back down as the next revelation crashes into our collective consciousness. This, of course, is entirely by design. Trump's genius—if we must call it that—lies not in avoiding scandal but in weaponizing our fatigue against it.
His personnel strategy reads like a casting call for the ethically compromised: Seeking individuals with prosecutorial misconduct, sexual abuse allegations, or organized crime connections. Previous convictions a plus. Must be willing to pledge undying loyalty in exchange for rehabilitation.
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