I remember when I was a kid, my mom was lazy. Okay, not lazy. She often worked three jobs at a time, and when she got home, she didn’t want to do much. Looking back, I don’t blame her, but at the time — I’d get mad. And it wasn’t because I had to do dishes or laundry or anything. I firmly believe every kid should learn that stuff early on. But she would ask me to do ridiculous shit.
The first time she called me up from my downstairs bedroom to change the channel for her, I didn’t really think much of it. It was the early 80’s, and we didn’t have a remote that would turn the 13-channel knob on our TV. As soon as I realized how idiotic that was, however, she had to change tack: “I can’t, I’ve got a bone in my leg,” she’d say. Horrified, I would rush to her assistance. I was a little slow on the uptake as a boy.
That’s what I imagine the last 189 days have been like for Reince Priebus.
Never quite allowed to be the presidential alter-ego a traditional Chief of Staff usually plays, Priebus was beset by criticism and ridiculous demands since day one. Donald Trump was known to constantly reference Priebus’ declarations during the primary campaign — that Trump should drop out of the race — and berate him for them. I’m still not quite sure why he ever took Priebus on. Poor Reince served the shortest tenure of any White House Chief of Staff in history.
But here’s where I take pride in the fact that I finally figured out I was being taken advantage of. Really, I don’t have a lot of pity for Reince Priebus, despite the fact that Trump literally left him on the tarmac at Andrews AFB. And the reason I don’t feel bad for him is because of a report after his departure in the Washington Post. Tucked away just before the end of the lengthy think piece on Priebus’ brief fling with relevance outside his Party was one damning paragraph:
The man who doesn’t leave that night deserves the mobster-like treatment Reince Priebus got from a team he should have expected it from.
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