They should have let him go.
I know, I know, the Secret Service is a hardhead bunch. The one thing I have ever learned about what presidential life is like, directly, is what Jody Powell, close aide to President Jimmy Carter, told me: "You do not fuck with the Secret Service. They will get back at you."
I'm not saying the Secret Service are in any tangled way involved in the decision of Cassidy Hutchinson to tell the world, via the January 6 Commission hearings, that once-president Donald Trump is basically (as I must say, some of us had noticed long before) a silly narcissist who succeeded in part because so many Americans (being psychologically more normal than he) thought, to themselves and each other, "Well, he can't be just obviously the silly narcissist he seems."
I am saying this:
Wouldn't this have been evilly glorious:
If the Secret Service, instead of physically preventing Trump from leading the attack on normal democratic procedure, had indulged him.
And there he was at the fore.
The wind in his hair.
And here comes the Pillow Guy (yo, my man),
And here comes Jim Jacobs (hey, gymnopedia, right?, whatever), fist-bump.
And hey, okay, sure, Rudi, formerly America's Mayor, 911 911 though maybe, now somewhat less cool but more available.
And Hannity and Carlson, down and corporate-dirty.
And various unfamous others, the Q-following weirdos, the ones who will go to jail for this --
It's a party!
Did you mean Gym Jordan?
You meant Gymbo Jordan. Regrettable, slithery sewer crawler and R-Oh. Congressman. Assistant coach and likely aware of the Ohio State sexual; abuse wrestling scandal involving team doctor. Embarrassment to Ohio, the country and humanity.