The reason Donald Trump “picked former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani to lead his election legal challenges,” was “because no ‘sane lawyers’ could represent him.”
That’s mentioned in a Business Insider article about the new book, Peril, by “the Washington Post’s Bob Woodward and Robert Costa.”
The now-former president of the United States, according to the book’s authors, felt he could not be represented by sane lawyers.
But I keep wondering if other people applied for the job?
Like, let’s say, someone named Prentice, a fictional job seeker, with his name followed by ‘III,’ meaning ‘the third.’ A British friend of mine used to call that ‘three sticks.’ So, in my British friend’s manner of speaking, Prentice would be ‘Prentice three sticks.’ Which suggests something having to do with lineage. Or one’s ancestry.
So, let’s suppose Prentice three sticks, believing he has what it takes to serve a U.S. president, updates his resume and sends it to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
He’s quite a guy! Prentice attended an East Coast prep school, where students dressed in nice trousers, sport jackets and ties. The first grade was called ‘the first form,’ like at prep schools in Britain, and the school’s principal was called ‘headmaster.’
From his first day at school, in the first form, through the 12th form, his senior year of high school, everyone — teachers and students — thought the world of young Prentice. After graduating with a 4.0 Grade Point Average, he attended an Ivy League university, and then, an acclaimed law school.
He was named editor of the school’s law journal, and continued earning top grades and honors. And in his spare time, he mastered chess, and dabbled at composing symphonic music. He even played some rugby, on weekends.
Right out of law school, and after passing the bar exam, he was hired by a prominent Boston law firm, and, later, a top firm in Washington DC successfully recruited him.
He’s occasionally spotted playing tennis with federal judge friends of his, and did I mention his grandfather was a district court judge? And of course, his ancestors sailed to America on the Mayflower.
He’s pretty sure he’ll be invited to stop by at the White House, to be interviewed for the job. Will he get a call, or an email?
Will Secret Service agents be in touch, to check him out, before he’s cleared to visit the White House for his job interview?
But weeks go by, and there’s no word from anyone. Because, as noted in the Business Insider article, “no ‘sane lawyers’ could represent” Donald Trump.
And we also learn, in the article, that Woodward and Costa’s book “added another layer to what the author Michael Wolff wrote in his book, Landslide: The Final Days of the Trump Presidency… That “Trump ‘knew Rudy took a drink too many, and that he was a loose cannon, and that he said a lot of shit that was not true… but Rudy would fight…even when others wouldn’t. And, too, he would work for free.”
So, young Prentice the third was left crying in his beer. Or, shall we say, perhaps his aged, 40-year-old Scotch whisky?
But, had he been invited to the White House for an interview, Prentice probably wouldn’t have agreed to work for free. So that would have been a sticking point.
And since he’s quite sane, he probably wouldn’t have made the cut, anyway.