Despite anti-nepotism laws and looming conflicts of interests, the couple quickly determined that they would re-route their ambitions through the White House, impervious to any sort of significant public-relations setback. They benefited from both clever legal maneuvering and an American public so paralyzed by the thought of a President Trump that it could countenance the prospect of two political neophytes entering the inner sanctum of American government. Among a motley crew of Steve Bannon, Stephen Miller, Jeff Sessions, and Mike Flynn, they didn’t merely seem moderating—they seemed human. Even if they were ambitious, inexperienced creatures of privilege, so the argument went, they were at least a secure line for the liberals they left behind in their globalist cuckocracy—the world of the All Hallows’ Eve benefit, the Met, the Upper East Side they left behind.
These two are so fucked when they leave Washington.