And Then There Were None

A slow-motion pogrom has been playing out in the White House over the last few months, as Trump’s inner circle is being systematically drained of his closest confidantes. Since July, Trump has seen Sean Spicer, Michael Short, Reince Preibus, Anthony “the Mooch” Scaramucci, Steve Bannon, Sebastian Gorka, Tom Price, Dina Powell, Omarossa Newman, Rob Porter, Josh Raffel and, now, Hope Hicks head out the back door, with many of them detouring for an exit interview at the special prosecutor’s office.

The latest unraveling began when White House Staff Secretary Rob Porter, a kind of gatekeeper to the Oval Office, was exposed as a serial wife-batterer. Trump liked Porter’s male model looks, but reportedly chafed at his romantic relationship with Hicks. (Hicks had previously been linked to Trump’s former campaign manager, Corey Lewandowski, who who assaulted reporter Michelle Fields and was accused of slapping Joy Villa in the face.) Despite desperate pleas to save his position from his paramour and chief of staff John Kelly, the photos of his ex-wife’s bruised face finally did him in.

Then it was Hicks’ turn to be stuffed into the meat-grinder. To the befuddlement of many in her family, the swimsuit model-turned-PR flak has proved stubbornly loyal to Trump, sticking with him through his raggedly improvised campaign and riotous first year in office. She has steamed his suits, with Trump in them, endured his rants, done damage control for his idiot son and edited…

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