The Washington Post’s story about how President Trump personally dictated his son’s statement regarding involvement with a Russian lawyer while aboard Air Force One had to come from “one of the president’s advisers,” and probably more than one.
“This was . . . unnecessary,” said one of the president’s advisers, who like most other people interviewed for this article spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss sensitive internal deliberations. “Now someone can claim he’s the one who attempted to mislead. Somebody can argue the president is saying he doesn’t want you to say the whole truth.”
Now I’m no lawyer. But I do understand the definition of perjury, and it would appear Trump has painted himself into a very small corner from which it will be very difficult to emerge without either himself or one of his family members being accused of lying in sworn testimony at some point. (He can ask Bill Clinton about it, of course Clinton is disbarred.)
Here’s the problem. Either all of these leaks came from Reince Priebus, who has removed his finger from the dyke of Trump-history and is now pouring forth like a fountain, or the White House still leaks like a sieve.
I’m willing to wager that it’s the latter. I’m willing to bet that the president’s advisers are acting to protect themselves and to force their boss to listen to reason.
There’s another, darker possibility, however. We should not discount the possibility that the leaks are coming directly from Trump himself. Either he personally, or through his direction, could be providing this information to reporters. In that case, it very well could be false information that can later be debunked in sworn statements.
With this president, there’s no knowing what he’s capable of regarding relationships with the press. He treats them like his personal playthings, hated but needed.
Over and over again, all we’ve heard from the White House is “leaks, leaks, leaks,” yet the leaks only get bigger and more spectacular. I expect Chief of Staff Kelly to move quickly on this, but not quick enough to beat Trump to his worry stone: Twitter.
Set your alarm for 4 a.m., because that’s the tweeting hour.