All of these episodes made the Trump Hotel even more of a sanctuary for the temporary ruling class of the West Wing. We were almost a year into the incursion when I started to come in semi-regularly. Republicans controlled all three chambers of government, but the hotel had become their main chamber. It was like Cheers for the MAGA set—except instead of Norm and Sam yukking it up over Norm’s tab, you had Corey Lewandowski mugging for photos with some leather-faced groupie from the Villages whose grandson might harbor Proud Boy aspirations.
