Ok, so Trump lost/fired/forgot/ignored/misplaced/ or was unaware of the existence (or need) of a Chief of Staff. Now he kneads another one to rub the wrong way. He thought he had one. His loyal mini-me’s Chafe, Ayers.
The biggest reason that Ayers was so important to Mike Pence, saving his ass more often than the Chicago Bulls’ narcoleptic defense, was that he was one of the few in the administration who actually reads, and read, and comprehended. He managaged to even make Pence look god. THAT took talent, brains, and ability.
That unique, rare, and politically based talent would have been a godsend to Individual #1. Ayers would and could direct a counter-attack as fined tuned as the NY Met’s orchestra, with all the percussion that an 1812 Overture recital requires.
As an aside, Ayers will be one of our most dangerous political enemies we will face.
back to Trump. He has few choices left. Too many (as in all) of experienced, knowledgeable and talented experts within the rather rarified, stress-filled, group that could actually do the job of COS for a normal president, are also smart enough to see a 70 yard long sand trap protecting the green, when all they have is a putter and their ball is hiding in thistle. And they don’t even play golf.
The few fools left, Christ Chrissie, Mike Meadows, will never get selected.
SO, here’s the plan (and I admit that my back pain is so bloody bad, that I increased my THC/CPD levels on my doctor’s instructions) that makes cents. Sense. Smilla’s scents of Snow.
A. Pence resigns the vice presidency.
No, seriously, hear me out.
B. Ryan is appointed VP.
C. Pence is named Chief of Staff for the President.
D. Trump resigns from the Presidency, Ryan takes over, and pardons Trump and others. He re-names Pence as Chief of Staff.
E. People (ahem) push for Ayers to run for congress to become speaker.
The fun part about writing fiction is one can take leaps that would normally seem a tad too far. On one hand, thee entire flat earth has been infected byTrump. On the other hand, i feel absolute pity for the staff of the Onion. Reality beats them by 8 lengths, especially because of trump. (No, Donald. THAT was centimeters, not inches)