Coming Attraction: When Trump Beats Up Susan Collins
Rick Wilson accurately described what the coming months - and pray to pagan Jeebus not years - are going to be like with an unhinged and off the leash Trump freed to commit any sick & depraved act his diseased brain comes up with.
Something big and dark was moving under the surface of events today. Donald Trump may be utterly ignorant of history, but he has the unerring instincts of a sociopathic authoritarian for the seizure of power, the destruction of institutions around him, and complete confidence that the weak men around him will cheer every outrage and excess. Trump is a man who will revel in the shock and terror of his allies when he turns on them, feeding on their misery.
That being said, here’s a vision of how this is going to play out
INT. OVAL OFFICE - NIGHT
Susan Collins is ushered in. The Secret Service agents look at each other, and quietly leave the room, shutting the door behind them. Trump stands up and hikes his pants up around his bulk, with quick jerky motions. His body language clearly says that he’s upset.
Susan (nervously): “Um, you wanted to see me, Mr. President?”
Trump says nothing, just walks casually around the Resolute Desk. Stands in front of Susan for a second. She blinks, waiting for his response.
Trump hauls off and CRACKS HER IN THE FACE.
The backhand sends her flying, bouncing off the paneled wall.
Trump (screeching, top of his lungs): “You listen to me you FUCKING BITCH!”
His face is red, eyes dilated, spit collecting in the corners of his mouth. Susan is keening in pain, holding her reddened cheek, looking up at Trump in absolute shock and horror.
Trump KICKS HER IN THE STOMACH. Susan doubles over, retching. Trump BASHES HER IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND THEN KICKS HER SOME MORE. SUSAN CURLS UP as best she can, scrabbling desperately, no more than a wounded animal now. Trump won’t let her get away, though, and grabs her by the hair, ripping her head back and pulling her to her knees.
Trump (throughout assault): “You said I’d learned my lesson? Learned my lesson? FUCK YOU! You don’t teach ME shit! You got that? You got that? You got that?”
Trump emphasizes each question by BITCH-SLAPPING SUSAN. She sobs, but cannot form words. Panting, Trump unzips his fly and PISSES ON SUSAN.
“You think of this, next time you want to open your smart mouth about me.”
The Secret Service agents quietly open the door and half-lift Susan to her feet and guide her to where Stephen Miller is waiting, dressed in leather bondage gear and holding a whip…
Meanwhile, TRUMP UNBUCKLES HIS PANTS. Lindsay Graham is led in on a leash, trembling…