Against this, I’ve offered a portrait of something more like anarchy, something actually quite comic, if it weren’t so repellent and frightening. A White House without purpose or abilities, not just incompetent but incoherent in thought and utterance, a place where everyone in it is openly contemptuous of it, more fearful perhaps for their own careers than the country, but—with more selflessness than you might expect to find—pretty fearful on the country’s behalf, too.
