





Thursday morning is ninety minutes on the phone to Beijing and a readout with nothing in it but trade, warm as a Christmas card. Thursday afternoon, in two posts thirty seconds apart, the partnership that audited the government with a chainsaw ends in public: he was wearing thin, I asked him to leave, and he just went crazy — and then, immediately, the cheapest way to save money would be to terminate his contracts. By evening the two of them are trading accusations in real time on two different networks that they each own. Then the weekend, and Los Angeles. Federal agents raid a garment district and a car park and a crowd forms, and by Saturday evening he has written the word occupied about an American city and ordered troops in over the objection of its governor, which has not been done since 1965. At a quarter past midnight, alone, he posts five words. Bring in the troops. By Monday afternoon he is issuing rules of engagement in rhyme, and the sentence he chooses to be quoted on is one he attributes, in the third person, to the President of the United States.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 521. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…