#Except from Christie's new book: «Let Me Finish: Drumpf, the Kushners, Bannon, New Jersey, and the Power of In-Your-Face Politics», provided by the POLITICO Magazine
That’s when Corey jumped in. “Actually, Jared,” he said, “we’re already late on this. The law requires us to designate someone. Right now, we’ve had Michael Glassner. Michael shouldn’t be in a role like that. We need to get somebody with the governor’s experience.”
I’d been around politics long enough to grasp what was happening. Jared was trying — and not so subtly — to derail my appointment as transition chairman. The issue wasn’t the rushing. The issue was the guy. Donald didn’t sound as convinced as Jared did.
As Jared plowed through this litany, I didn’t dignify his decade-old rantings with a response of any kind. I just didn’t speak. Not to correct his version of the record. Not to add crucial details. I didn’t say a word. I looked right at him. I kept thinking to myself, What is this? — and shooting perplexed looks at Corey and across the desk at Donald. How long are we going to let this go on?
You know you're fucked when someone like Chris Christie has every right to frame your entire family as a gang of mobsters.
Really? Jared is planning the transition? Where the hell did that come from? Hadn’t Donald just decreed precisely the opposite, handing that assignment to me?
You cannot believe this shit to be true... It's simply unbelievable... Everyone is sabotaging the goddamn administration.