Enough is Enough is Enough. I Can't Go On.
Memoirs, Amazon, Cassidy & Matt Gaetz.
If you’re looking to order that new memoir from Cassidy Hutchinson, “Enough,” you should know that 1) Amazon is out of stock, and 2) they’re being sued by the U.S. Government over monopoly concerns. You don’t want to give your hard-ish earned money to Jeff Bezos when you can support local businesses like, say, that one that’s still open.
It’s like that charming rom-com of the 90s where Meg Ryan owns a small book shop and Tom Hanks owns a huge chain of bookstores and they get together through AOL dial-up but break up over a Roy Rogers garage sale coffee table.
The lawsuit further accuses Amazon of pushing its own brand, inflating prices, and charging sellers higher fees. Also, Amazon allegedly duped millions of consumers into unknowingly enrolling in Amazon Prime and making it difficult to cancel their subscriptions. HOLY CRAP I WAS WONDERING WHY I WAS GETTING FREE TWO-DAY SHIPPING.
(Personally I know how difficult it is to cancel subscriptions. I’m still paying for LIFE magazine and they went out of business in 2000.)
But back to Cassidy. In case you don’t remember, Cassidy Hutchinson was that assistant to Trump’s chief of staff Mark Meadows who testifed to the House Select Committee about what was happening in the White House during the insurrection, including but not limited to human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, and mass hysteria.
During her testimony, I began mentally casting the inevitable docudrama, “Enough Said: The Cassidy Hutchinson Story.” Anne Hathaway would play Cassidy and I would, naturally, play Liz Cheney.
In her memoir, Cassidy detailed Trump’s behavior that day including his statement that Mike Pence “deserved” to be hanged which, come on, people make that joke all the time about their vice presidents. She writes about Meadows and reveals that her former boss enjoyed burning documents in the fireplace.
Hutchinson adds that Meadows’s wife “complained about the dry-cleaning cost of his suits to get rid of bonfire smell.” That’s what she complained about? She didn’t think to ask him why his clothes had the distinct scent of illegally destroyed evidence?
Also, Giuliani groped her. Talk about burying the lede.
Giuliani is denying her account, saying, “She claims that I groped her in a tent on January 6, where all the people went in that were very, very cold as a result of the president’s speech. I’m gonna grope somebody, with a hundred people?”
Right?! While he might grope somebody in front of, say, 20 people, 100 is just irresponsible. But that’s nothing compared to her bizarre encounters with Matt Gaetz.
According to Cassidy, Gaetz hit on her at a Camp David retreat, asking her to come back to his cabin where, I imagine, he planned to dress her up like Lauren Boebert.
She also described another occasion where Gaetz flirted with her at a bar, asking her, “Has anyone ever told you that you're a national treasure?”
I can’t believe that line didn’t work.
That old walnut again? (Wait! Is it pecan? Macadamia?) John Lindsay called me a national treasure in the late 1960s at the Shoreham Hotel in Washington. He should have been president on looks alone, and looks are all that really matter. Really—this country chose Richard Nixon when it could have had John Lindsay? That was when we as a nation turned away from greatness. (No! It’s an old CHESTNUT, forget the macadamia.)
Yikes I didn’t put Gaetz at the Overlook until now. Good eye.