Donald Trump, whose campaign collaborated with Russian government attempts to install him as their preferred presidential candidate and who continues to use his public office to steadfastly deny Russian involvement in that election at all, will be announcing a nominee to replace retiring Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy tomorrow, according to the White House. Which means that it might happen tonight, or it might happen a week from now, because as of this morning the process has still been the absolute flaming wreck you'd expect.
"It's insane" over there, said a source close to the process. Few have had any sleep in Bedminster, N.J., as deliberations continue over the pros and cons of the potential nominees, and no one is sure which way the president is going to go, the source said.
The reason the decision is being made in Bedminster, New Jersey is because Donald Trump would sooner saw his own limbs off with a caviar spoon than go a weekend without golfing. And, as of yet, no final decision has been made on just who will be getting the nod. We know it will be a hardline ideologue because those are the only individuals his staff of mid-tier Republican hangers-on have presented to him; we don't know which of the largely interchangeable hardliners will get the pick because Donald Trump, who does not know a damn thing about any of them, does not care, and scheduled an arbitrary deadline of tomorrow to decide because he thought a speedy decision would look flashier than a longer one, is being continually coaxed by his staff, Republican lawmakers, and his golfin' buddies to pick their own preferred candidates.
Of the four remaining supplicants, it may boil down to which of the candidates can best convince Trump of their personal loyalty, if any of his did the current president commit an act of high treason and/or run an egregiously criminal campaign team legal woes end up being decided by the Supreme Court they are vying to be installed on. We don't know. All we know is that each of the candidates has been pre-vetted by far-right groups as being of sufficient ideological purity to overturn Roe v. Wade, gut worker unions, gut consumer protections, and neutralize fifty years of civil rights progress, and that none of the prospects still being discussed have expressed any notable alarm at being picked for the job by an obvious criminal and/or traitor.
But first, Trump's galaxy of hangers-on have to go through one last day of inserting their own thoughts into the man's empty head, and he has to nod knowingly between golf putts and pretend to give a damn about any of it while calculating which pick would make him look best on teevee.