The malevolent Pat Buchanan famously urged President Nixon to burn the tapes. Buchanan may have been malign, but had Nixon listened to him, the 37th president most likely would have finished his second term. With no recorded smoking gun — Nixon's conspiracy to order the CIA to halt the FBI's Watergate investigation — the Republican Party would have remained loyal, Congress would have had nowhere to go, and Nixon's resignation would have been no more than a Democratic pipe dream.
Likewise, many — including me — are still baffled by Trump's refusal to sack Bob Mueller before Mueller could do inescapable damage to Trump. Months ago I simulated a kind of Buchananesque role in malignantly speculating that Trump's only way out was to fire the special counsel. The public uproar would have been stentorian — but brief, as all Trumpian outrages have been.
Instead, Trump dithered, to put a Cheneyesque spin on it. Now the president is caught in the endless web of exposure spun by that prince of fucking darkness (to malefactors), Robert Mueller. This Dudley Do-Right always gets his man. Thus Trump — an especially dimwitted target who's now delightfully known as "Individual 1" — was ill fated as long as the special counsel was free to investigate.
To substantiate my latest charge of Trumpian dimwittedness, I offer this particularly enjoyable passage in the Washington Post: "During the midterm campaign, the president occasionally told advisers that people had forgotten about the Mueller probe and remarked positively that it was no longer dominating TV headlines." Yes, and Melvin Purvis had ceased looking for Dillinger as he watched Manhattan Melodrama in Chicago's Biograph Theater.
The hell of it all, however, is this: Notwithstanding Mueller's overwhelming evidence of the president's misadventures, mendacity and malfeasance, the latter is likely to walk. As always, his party remains indifferent to presidential crimes far worse than Nixon's, since Trump's base also keeps these partisan buffoons in office.
A nostalgic myth has flowered of late — that of a reputable GOP in 1974, heroically abandoning the president in his criminal high-noon hour of beat-the-rap need. Forgotten is that Nixon retained party loyalty, by and large, until the smoking-gun tape revealed his wrongdoing beyond any reasonable doubt. Only then did Sen. Goldwater & Friends inform the president that it was all over.
Yet the GOP of 1974 was at least comparatively reputable. For no such act of political decency will be replicated by the current Republican gang of Trumpian boosters. In their eyes, there is no crime too great, too offensive, too characteristically Trumpian that justifies abandonment. And so the Republican Senate is his ultimate backstop.
But, dimwitted as he is, Trump tends to forget this fundamental fact of political life today. Rather, he "often grows aggrieved seeing Cohen on TV," as the Post puts it. Why? He'll walk anyway.