Anyone who thinks I’m overstating how deeply, fanatically obsessed these 24-karat loons are with Trump is hereby encouraged to think again.
I mean, like, STRONGLY encouraged.
Remember our toilet scoop in Axios AM earlier this year? Maggie Haberman’s forthcoming book about former President Trump will report that White House residence staff periodically found wads of paper clogging a toilet — and believed the former president, a notorious destroyer of Oval Office documents, was the flusher.
Why it matters: Destroying records that should be preserved is potentially illegal.
Trump denied it and called Haberman, whose New York Times coverage he follows compulsively, a “maggot.”
- Well, it turns out there are photos. And here they are, published for the first time.
Haberman — who obtained the photos recently — shared them with us ahead of the Oct. 4 publication of her book, “Confidence Man: The Making of Donald Trump and the Breaking of America.”
- A Trump White House source tells her the photo on the left shows a commode in the White House.
- The photo on the right is from an overseas trip, according to the source.
I didn’t bother to hit the link and look at the pics, because man, just fuck that noise all to hell and gone. Monica Showalter, however, had a strong enough stomach to take the, ummm, plunge.
Since the toilet pictures are right in our faces, what I see in this toilet picture are what look like a few doodled names, not official records. Is a president no longer permitted to jot down doodles with names without their becoming official records?
All of this is assuming the pictures are genuine, and the scrawled notes in the toilet actually did come from Trump, who, clean freak that he is, somehow left a lot of unflushed toilets around for staff to photograph.
Here’s the question I have:
If the violation was so severe that official records were being destroyed and the staffer was so motivated by concern about the matter, despite working for Trump, why didn’t that poop-minded creature looking into other people’s toilets fish out the errant document and preserve it as evidence? You know, for patriotism, the call of duty? That would have made the notes a helluva lot more damning and persuasive as evidence than these gross photographs, which contain no proof that the scrawly doodles even contained any content, or that Trump wrote the scrawls, or that Trump flushed the notes, or that Trump was discarding official documents. How do we know that this “official document” wasn’t tossed into a wastebasket, and then placed in a very generic-looking toilet outside the White House as some kind of flushed document in a supposedly republic-threatening cover-up? There wasn’t exactly a chain of custody here.
I should certainly hope not. That said, I would put nothing whatsoever past these rubber-room habitués, up to and including bobbing for stinkpickles and other emetics in an unflushed bowl full of such horrid effluvia, hoping to extract a reeking but incriminating doodle-sheet from the filthy flotsam afloat therein, folding my noisome prize gingerly, and carrying it around in my pocket or purse for days on end, joyously reveling in my “journalistic” coup instead of immediately scheduling an appointment with the best shrink I could afford to try and ascertain just how and why it was that I had lurched so fantastically far afield from good mental hygiene as to actually detail, in a book intended for release to the general public, this bizarre fetish for disporting myself in various thundermugs full of God knows what, for purposes of retrieving an artifact of interest exclusively to other crackbrained nutjobs like myself.