Sam. Dear, sweet, Sam. Snap out of it! This ain’t “Sophie’s Choice” and those guys are far from lovable kids. We’re living in a real life, mash-up of “The Apprentice” and “The Manchurian Candidate.” Who says you have to choose at all? They both deserve to be ushered off the island in a flaming ball of abject humiliation or a perp walk or anything that makes for the truly satisfying season finale the American people crave.
They can go side by side or arm in arm, I’m not picky. But if one has to go before the other, 45. Between Manafort’s convictions, Omarosa and her soundbites, Cohen and his tapes, Pecker and his safe, Weisselberg (sp?) and his ledgers, and Lord knows who else and whatever party favors they bringing, the final episode’s going to be epic. I’ve already started chilling my champagne.
It wouldn’t surprise me if at some point 45 et al try to abscond to Moscow via Air Force I. Don’t laugh. Stranger things are happening.