The New Yorker:

Thoughts after a week of waiting and waiting for the indictment that the former President promised.

By Susan B. Glasser 

You’d think that we would know better by now, but here we are, being trolled again by Donald Trump. Whatever else the disgraced, defeated, and possibly soon-to-be-indicted former President is, he is a master when it comes to setting the terms of a media frenzy. Trump knows not only how to get our collective attention but also how to keep it. He flourishes in the absence of hard information to contradict his claims, and he has years of experience using the silence of the legal authorities to focus the debate on their actions rather than his own.

The waiting game started this past Saturday, at 7:26 a.m., when the former President sent word on his Truth Social platform that he was to be “arrested” on Tuesday in New York for his alleged role in a recently resurrected criminal case stemming from a hundred-and-thirty-thousand-dollar hush-money payment made to Stormy Daniels, a former adult-film actress who alleges that she had an affair with Trump which he did not want voters to know about before the 2016 Presidential election. “PROTEST,” Trump urged his followers. “TAKE OUR NATION BACK!” No confirmation by the Manhattan District Attorney, Alvin Bragg, was forthcoming then, or up until Thursday, but a historic indictment seemed imminent. And so all week long, prompted by Trump’s all-caps warning, the entire political world talked endlessly and obsessively about the former President, for whom such P.R. is exactly the point. Even after Tuesday came and went with no indictment—maybe he meant next Tuesday?—the prospective case against him drove the news cycle.

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