Cassidy Hutchinson Quotes

my new reality. I wasn’t waiting for enough time to pass for my life to go back to normal; I was waiting for enough time to pass to create my new normal.

I doubt any politician could have led the country through the deadliest pandemic in a hundred years without making errors of judgment and execution. But of all the people in the world, President Trump was uniquely unsuited to the challenge. He lacked empathy and was stubborn and impatient. For all but the MAGA base, his aggressive personality made his leadership appear more erratic than inspirational.

Emotions were unwelcome in the Trump White House. It was imperative to turn them off as a means to survive.

For too long, and often alone, Alyssa had warned the public about the dangers of Donald Trump, a duty I now recognized as a badge of courage and endurance—of survival. While she refused to surrender, I had been complicit.

Trump continues to hurl insults in my direction. I learn how it feels to be on the other side. But I know enough not to react. That’s what he wants me to do. He wants me to be defensive. He wants to know when he’s hurt someone or gotten a rise out of them; he wants to project his hurt onto the source of it. Trump doesn’t care if you dispute him or call him a liar. Only silence bothers him. Being ignored drives him mad.

He wore safety goggles on the tour. The press would criticize him for not wearing a mask, not knowing that the depth of his vanity had caused him to reject masks

Kevin called me while we were still at St. John’s and asked plaintively, “Did someone not even give him a simple Bible verse to remember? The country is on fire and he’s holding a Bible upside down.” I filled him in on the frantic treasure hunt for Bibles that afternoon.

One hour after the meeting broke up, my watch buzzed with a Trump tweet alert. “Peter Navarro releases 36-page report alleging election fraud. ‘More than sufficient’ to swing victory to Trump. A great report by Peter. Statistically impossible to have lost the 2020 Election. Big protest in D.C. on January 6th. Be there, will be wild!” Wild.

When he looked at the straps of his mask, he saw that they were covered in bronzer. “Why did no one else tell me that,” he snapped. “I’m not wearing this thing.

The Ukrainian affair caused some initial embarrassment and concern on the Hill, but Republicans would come to see the whole thing as partisan gamesmanship.

Coincidentally, after this meeting, the White House began filtering several “preemptive pardon” requests from members of Congress. A preemptive pardon, they argued, would prevent a potential Biden administration from prosecuting them in a political witch hunt for their efforts to save democracy. To me, “saving democracy” should not require a presidential pardon.

Mark seemed puzzled. “I haven’t heard of them. Are they dangerous ones, or is some other group dangerous?” Max said, “They’re all dangerous. Boogaloo Bois, Oath Keepers, Proud Boys.” “Antifa is dangerous too,” Mark added.

On our drive home, I told Dad I never wanted to go hunting again. Dad nodded. “That’s fine, Sissy Hutch,” he said. “But just so you know, warriors are not afraid to hunt. If you want to be a warrior just like Daddy, you must learn to hunt, Sissy. What you saw today is the circle of life.

Not only was Marjorie invited onstage, but she flew back to Washington with us on Air Force One. She took out her phone and started showing everyone, including the president, photos of her constituents wearing shirts with the letter Q on them. “There are my people,” she said. “They’re all coming to the rally. It’s going to be a great day!

While I had hesitated in previous interviews to share details about the president’s unhinged behavior, I now understood the gravity of those moments. Trump’s temperament wasn’t rational, but neither was it unfamiliar to me. His outbursts shed light on how his volcanic temper and egotism had lit the match that set his followers’ torches ablaze.

I had learned that blood alone does not determine who family is. Home is a feeling, a sense of security and belonging. If you have people who love and care about you, you have a home.

Emotions were unwelcome in the Trump white house.

He thinks the arena is full... but we have pictures from the inside and it's definitely not full... I looked at her concerned... I did not want to be anywhere near the President when he saw all the empty seats.

Mark notified me there was going to be an impromptu meeting with DOJ officials. The president was considering installing Jeff Clark, assistant attorney general of the Environment and Natural Resources Division (ENRD) and acting assistant attorney general for the Civil Division, as the new attorney general. “Didn’t

Tony was back at work. He had information from the Secret Service that worried him. “We have intel about potential violence at the rally,” he told Mark. Max Miller had been hanging around our office suite. “It’s only going to be dangerous if the Boogaloo Bois come,” Max said.

Dan Crenshaw, who had lost an eye in Afghanistan, brought out a display case of variously designed glass eyes he always carried with him, and began popping in one after another and asking us which we liked best.

Embarrassed, I got up and asked Matt what he needed. He explained that he was lost and asked me to escort him to his cabin. I told him to proceed around the circle drive—all the cabins were clearly marked and it was impossible to get lost. He asked me one more time to leave with him. “Get a life, Matt,” Kevin said, then shut the door.

Trump will hate this, I think. He hates when women wear ill-fitting clothes.

Antifa is getting the tickets. Kids on TikTok are getting the tickets. Trust me, it’s not our people. We’ve never had tickets go this fast,” he observed.

The issue wasn’t only how much to spend but how to apportion the spending. The numbers didn’t always matter as much as how priorities appeared to be ranked. To me, the negotiations should have been a process of compromises to address the nation’s needs in an order that could be defended to voters of both parties.