Tipping

It is beginning to feel a little like a game of Jenga. You know the party game where you have a stack of wood blocks and you keep removing them from the lower levels and replacing them on the top with the hope that the whole tower won't come crashing down on the coffee table? All those blocks that have been sitting at the bottom of Trump Tower are coming free, in one way or another, and the truly amazing thing is that the structure (such as it is) remains mostly intact.
With great big holes in it. The current total of fired or resigned in and around the White House sits at eighteen. In the high stress cutthroat world of Making America Great Again, one might expect casualties. Currently the rate of attrition is a little more than one a month, with various degrees of scandal attached to each departure. Most recently, Communications Director Hope Hicks left her post after she let slide the fact that she sometimes told "white lies" for the "President" to keep the machine running. Hard to imagine what other kind of lies this group would be capable of, but that's another matter.
Then there's this guy Sam Nunberg, who was let go when the "President" was still a "Candidate." While not the most recent member of this administration to cash out of their job, Mister Nunberg is on the subpoena list to appear before a grand jury regarding Russian meddling in the 2016 election. Sam used his appearances on several cable news shows to vehemently disregard any such call. “I think it would be really, really funny if they wanted to arrest me because I don’t want to spend eighty hours going over emails I had with Steve Bannon and Roger Stone." The first question I would ask him would be: Do you understand what a subpoena is? The second would be: What else were you going to do? You don't have a job.
Maybe Sam was confused. Maybe it was the anti-depressants talking, but Erin Burnett of CNN did bother to inquire, “We talked earlier about what people in the White House were saying about you ― talking about whether you were drinking or on drugs or whatever had happened today. Talking to you, I have smelled alcohol on your breath.” Sam didn't respond with the rational, "Well, it's five o'clock somewhere." He continued to bash away at how ridiculous this whole process is and how he can't imagine what possible good could come from such a thing and while we're at it, the Press Secretary is a "fat slob." And somewhere in there as he plummeted to earth, he let slip that sure, it's possible that Robert Meuller might have something on his former boss. 
Whatever you do, don't bump the coffee table.