{"product_id":"thank-you-for-your-servitude-isbn-9780593296318","title":"Thank You for Your Servitude","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Bestseller\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“He’s one of the best chroniclers of politics today.” –Jake Tapper\u003cbr\u003e “This is a really funny book.” –Kara Swisher\u003cbr\u003e “His writing is so damn good.” –John Berman\u003cbr\u003e “Really fascinating...There are so many revelations.” –Anderson Cooper\u003cbr\u003e “The new must read summer book.” –Stephanie Ruhle\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom the author of the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eThis Town\u003c\/i\u003e, the eyewitness account of how the GOP collaborated with Donald Trump to transform Washington’s “swamp” into a gold-plated hot tub—and a onetime party of rugged individualists into a sycophantic personality cult.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e In the early months of Trump’s candidacy, the Republican Party’s most important figures, people such as Marco Rubio, Ted Cruz, and Lindsey Graham, were united—and loud—in their scorn and contempt. Even more, in their outrage: Trump was a menace and an affront to our democracy. Then, awkwardly, Trump won.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eThank You for Your Servitude\u003c\/i\u003e is Mark Leibovich’s unflinching account of the moral rout of a major American political party, tracking the transformation of Rubio, Cruz, Graham, and their ilk into the administration’s chief enablers, and the swamp’s lesser lights into frantic chasers of the grift. What would these politicos do to preserve their place in the sun, or at least the orbit of the spray tan? What would they do to preserve their “relevance”? Almost anything, it turns out. Trump’s savage bullying of everyone in his circle, along with his singular command of his political base, created a dangerous culture of submission in the Republican Party. Meanwhile, many of the most alpha of the lapdogs happily conceded to Mark Leibovich that they were “in on the joke.” As Lindsey Graham told the author, his supporters in South Carolina generally don’t read \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e, and they won’t read this book, either. All that cynicism, shading into nihilism, led to a country truly unhinged from reality, and to the events of January 6, 2021. It’s a vista that makes the Washington of \u003ci\u003eThis Town\u003c\/i\u003e seem like a comedy of manners in comparison. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eThank You for Your Servitude\u003c\/i\u003e isn’t another view from the Oval Office: it’s the view from the Trump Hotel. We can check out any time we want, but only time will tell if we can ever leave.“The author couldn’t repeat the formula he used to such entertaining effect in his 2013 book, \u003ci\u003eThis Town\u003c\/i\u003e . . . Instead, Leibovich’s new book ingeniously shifts the focus . . . extremely funny in spots, although much of the humor has a whistling-past-the-graveyard quality. Like the Comedian in Alan Moore’s graphic novel \u003ci\u003eWatchmen\u003c\/i\u003e, Leibovich was shocked out of his previous cynicism and absurdism (to some extent at least) by the enormity of Trump’s threat.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[Leibovich is] just so good at this. He is a world-class ranter, continuing an American tradition that includes such dyspeptic luminaries as H.L. Mencken, Hunter S. Thompson and P.J. O’Rourke . . . [He is] a brilliant interviewer able to wheedle not-quite-admissions from his subjects, who give him all the access in the world.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eWashington Post\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The main attraction to Leibovich's work is his wicked satirical talent. He comes at his interviewees with a skewer in one hand, a scalpel in the other and a glint in his eye. His frequent eviscerations of major figures range from subtle to scabrous . . . [T]he material in \u003ci\u003eThank You \u003c\/i\u003eis new, much of it from interviews done since the 2020 election . . . \u003ci\u003eThank You \u003c\/i\u003eshould not be mistaken for a ‘fun read’—as \u003ci\u003eThis Town \u003c\/i\u003ewas often described . . . \u003ci\u003eThank You \u003c\/i\u003eis on another plane of warning and foreboding. There are many laughs, to be sure, but with bitter aftertaste. And the message here, the final word, is anything but fun.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eNPR.org\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A fascinating account . . . The greatest value of \u003ci\u003eThank You For Your Servitude\u003c\/i\u003e is Leibovich’s ability to understand the startling motivations of members of the House and Senate and many White House advisers and aides.” \u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Pittsburgh Post-Gazette\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eMark Leibovich\u003c\/b\u003e is a recipient of the National Magazine Award for profile writing. He is the author of four books, including the number one \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eThis Town\u003c\/i\u003e, about the political culture of twenty-first-century Washington, D.C. He recently joined \u003ci\u003eThe Atlantic\u003c\/i\u003e, after a ten-year stint as chief national correspondent for \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e. Before arriving at the magazine in 2012, Leibovich covered national politics in the \u003ci\u003eTimes'\u003c\/i\u003e Washington Bureau. He previously worked at \u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e and the \u003ci\u003eSan Jose Mercury News.\u003c\/i\u003e He lives with his family in Washington, D.C.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Problem\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAugust 2015-March 2016\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eE veryone had a theory about why it was their turn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChris Christie kept pushing the idea that voters tend to favor presidential candidates who represent the biggest departure from the incumbent. He was their departure. \"That is the argument people make to me about why I should run,\" Christie told me, just before he started his prolonged public campaign of \"looking at it.\" \"They say, 'No one could be more the opposite of Barack Obama from a personality standpoint than you. Therefore, you're perfect.'\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGovernor Perfect had built-in assets. New York-D.C. media and GOP donor types loved him. He was great on WFAN and a superstar banterer in the TV greenrooms. He was a merciless but familiar brute, like the New Jersey Turnpike. He would stay within certain lanes, unlike Trump. But if you were sick of the same old robots, clowns, Clintons, or Bushes, Christie was your viable off-ramp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI ran into him in Cleveland before the first Republican debate of the 2016 campaign, or \"cycle,\" as the pros call it. It was a Fox News production, billed on the chyrons as \"The Rumble in the Rust Belt.\" Christie arrived at Quicken Loans Arena a few hours before the cattle call. He tossed out towel-snapping insults at reporters, comparing us to jackals, snakes, maggots, and other beloved creatures.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs he entered his backstage holding area in Cleveland, Christie compared himself to a penned-in bull, eager to make America his china shop. I wished him luck.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLikewise, Rand Paul, who was entering the arena at an adjacent loading dock. He had heard that libertarians were, at long last, \"having a moment\" in America. Why not him? He was younger, slicker, and less of a crank than his patriarch dad, Ron Paul, the libertarian congressman from Texas and a three-time presidential candidate. Rand had even gone straight enough to get elected to the Senate, from Kentucky. He was an odd duck, no question, but was he any worse than Ted Cruz? John McCain once referred to them both as \"wacko birds.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCruz was at the debate, too, convinced this was his moment. He was elected to the Senate in 2012 and in short order proved he had zero interest in achieving the kinds of things senators had traditionally prided themselves on, like passing laws, getting committee assignments, and earning the respect of colleagues. These were never distinctions that would impress the Fox News bookers, or the blood-lusting \"base,\" so he never saw the point. Becoming a maximum nuisance was far more productive for his purposes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe would do things like promise to shut down the government unless Obamacare was killed. This was never going to happen, for many reasons, two being that the president was still named \"Obama\" and the Constitution still granted him veto power. Cruz's colleagues knew this was a wasteful and self-destructive effort that would succeed only in \"stirring up the crazies\" (another McCain term).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"If you killed Ted Cruz on the floor of the Senate, and the trial was in the Senate, nobody would convict you,\" Lindsey Graham once said. No one exactly rushed to Cruz's defense, either, unless you counted this \"defense\" from Senator Al Franken, who maintained that he did like Cruz, or more than most of his colleagues did. \"And I hate Ted Cruz,\" Franken said-important caveat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStill, Cruz's unpopularity in Washington was a defining asset, to his mind, in that it lent him credibility as an irritant. It offered proof that he was not concerned about fitting in with these grimy swamp creatures. He was happy to play the turd in the Republican punch bowl. His problem was that Trump proved to be an even bigger turd, glowing orange and impossible to miss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the risk of pushing this metaphor WAY too far, Jeb Bush was the innocuous lemon slice in this punch bowl. Trump dismissed Bush, the former Florida governor, as \"low energy,\" a brutally effective descriptor for a candidate whose logo included an exclamation point-\"Jeb!\"-in a desperate attempt to inject vitality.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBush had been anointed the early \"establishment favorite\" by those who anointed such things. He was accustomed, by birthright, to such deference from professional Republicans. Trump never bothered with deference, at least when it came to Bush, as opposed to, say, Putin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNeither did Marco Rubio. The former Speaker of the Florida House had been a protŽgŽ of Governor Jeb's years before, which compelled a few media Freuds to trot out the trusty oedipal clichŽ about son overtaking Dad. Others preferred the Rubio-as-Judah construction. Who did Marco think he was, anyway, not waiting his turn?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat the media geniuses all agreed on was that Trump's turn was about to end. His noisy parade float would assuredly run aground in Cleveland, because there was no chance that he could share a stage with a supposedly elite field of Republicans without having his basic ignorance exposed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePlus, the serious anchor people had arrived and would make certain of it: in particular, Fox News' Megyn Kelly, one of the three moderators, had fashioned a formidable reputation for herself as a \"real journalist,\" armed with tough but fair questions. She also met the minimum Fox requirement of being attractive and blond, the Roger Ailes equivalent of spelling your name right on the SAT.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You've called women you don't like 'fat pigs,' 'dogs,' 'slobs,' and 'disgusting animals,'\" Kelly said, asking Trump to kick things off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd we were off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgain, you might recall some of this. Sorry to rehash. These episodes can feel as old as time and as endless. They're worth going over here, though, if only in brief and as a reminder of the low point where Trump began, to counter the dumb trope from his apologists that somehow Trump devolved as the campaign wore on. \"To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle,\" George Orwell wrote. This was always right in front of the Republican Party's nose.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTrump would suggest the next day that Kelly's \"nasty\" demeanor toward him at the debate was because she was getting her period. Not classy!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis alone would make him irredeemably toxic to women voters, right? No less an authority than the former First Lady Barbara Bush would weigh in to say as much, and wasn't Babs a Grande Dame\/Sacred Cow Republican at some point?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat's more, an even greater authority, Twitter, agreed, so this had to be true: the clown was dead!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLong live the clown!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe power of Twitter to codify misguided groupthink had become much greater in 2016 than it had been the last go-round, in 2012. This gap between wise-guy Twitter and Trump World reality was all too evident when I attended my first rally that summer. The pageant featured a packed crowd of seventeen thousand at the American Airlines Center in Dallas. Thousands more snaked around several city blocks and fed into an overflow mosh pit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFUCK POLITICAL CORRECTNESS! screamed the big banner held by a guy in front of me in the metal detector line. I tried to interview him but got nowhere.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Fuck the media,\" the man told me. (I recognized the sentence structure.) \"And fuck Megyn Kelly.\" I tried to tell him that I was not Megyn Kelly, but he was not impressed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis friend was slightly more reflective. \"We're just sick of being told what to do,\" said the friend, a contractor named Michael Lopez. \"Especially by y'all in the media.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"America is being pushed into a corner,\" echoed Matt Yelland, a sixty-year-old electrical engineer, just before Trump took the stage. That was a common sentiment among Trump supporters, who loved his disregard for Republican manners and sacred cows. \"Trump didn't get into politics to play by somebody else's rules,\" Yelland said. He could care less that Trump would not commit to supporting the GOP's eventual nominee, the kind of thing that \"party leaders\" considered sacrilege but that many real voters believed was proof of Trump's unwillingness to be bullied. He didn't care, either, about what aspersions Karl Rove was casting upon their hero on Fox News-well, Trump himself cared, but that was just Trump (being Trump).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Karl Rove is a totally incompetent jerk,\" Trump railed from his Dallas stage. The crowd went nuts at the put-down, which was itself remarkable: the \"architect\" of George W. Bush's political rise being abused at a Republican campaign event in Bush's home state of Texas.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhere were the GOPÕs designated adults and influencers to restore order? Erick Erickson, editor of RedState, a leading conservative publication, tried. He disinvited Trump to the annual RedState Gathering of presidential candidates in Atlanta that weekend. Take that, Donald.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"If your standard-bearer has to resort to that,\" Erickson said, referring to the Megyn Kelly\/period unpleasantness, \"we need a new standard-bearer.\" Alas, Trump was undeterred.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt kept going. Reince Priebus, the Republican National Committee chairman, was beside himself, but trying to be comforting in public, for the sake of the children and, more important, the donors. This robust debate was healthy and natural and part of the process, he kept saying. Privately, he tried to reassure everyone: this would not last; Trump would implode soon enough.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe other candidates figured the same. \"I don't think a lot of the people on that stage were convinced that Trump would stay,\" Christie recalled to me later. \"What we were all trying to do strategically was stay alive so that we'd be viable if one of two things happened: either Trump gets out, or he does something disqualifying. Everyone up there had the same theory of the case.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBad theory. Nothing changed, except Trump started winning primaries. Where was Jeb? Wasn't he supposed to be the front-runner? His heart was never in this. The exclamation point was always more of a question mark.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBush was gone soon after the voting started. Same with Christie, but not before he obliterated Rubio in a debate in New Hampshire, taunting him for his cyborg adherence to \"memorized thirty-second speeches.\" It was classic Christie, beating up the smaller, less threatening target (Rubio) while winning favor with the real bully (Trump).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTrump sought out Christie after the debate, threw his arm around him, and praised the governor for \"destroying\" Rubio.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTrump won New Hampshire in a rout; Christie finished sixth and quit the race with zero delegates. Trump called him on the night of the primary and told him he loved him. This was obviously meaningful to Christie, who recounted the exchange fulsomely in his memoir. He then turned around and planted a big wet kiss of an endorsement on Trump's powdered forehead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis was a much bigger deal than Christie's paltry vote total would suggest, because it offered Trump a seal of approval from a big-name Republican. Christie kept talking up his long friendship with Trump, how they had so much \"history\" together and how loyalty was always very important to him. \"Where I come from, friendship is important,\" Christie said. \"Loyalty is everything.\" (Yep, friendship and loyalty, totally unique to New Jersey.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe whole \"we go WAY back\" thing is always a red flag from would-be tough guys. And there was always a sense with Christie that no matter how hard he sucked up to Trump, he was destined to wind up like one of those peripheral hangers-on from The Sopranos whose limp corpse wound up getting tossed into an icy swamp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStill, Christie had a seemingly limitless appetite for, among other things, being humiliated by Trump. This was true of a lot of people, but Christie was special in this regard. Trump mocked him for his weight (\"No more Oreos\"), ordered him around, and basically treated the former Garden State governor like Mr. French, the portly and exasperated butler from the old show Family Affair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot everyone was moved by Christie's claim of loyalty to his dear old friend Donald. \"An astonishing display of political opportunism\" was how Christie's own campaign co-chair Meg Whitman described his heel turn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChristie's support \"gave a stamp of credibility to a thoroughly uncredible candidate,\" wrote Tim Miller, Bush's former communications director. \"Like every other pathetic, podgy, scared, insecure bully who has ever disgraced a schoolyard, Chris Christie talks a big game.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChristie was a bit stunned by this blowback, but that was the price he paid for the rebound relevance Trump offered him. \"This is politics,\" he said. \"You make certain judgments.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTrump is Ònot who we are,Ó Rubio declared, deploying a royal ÒweÓ that apparently did not include the Republicans who kept voting for Trump by massive margins. Things were getting desperate enough for Graham to say heÕd even support Cruz before heÕd support Trump.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCruz called Trump \"utterly amoral\" and a \"pathological liar\" (basically true) after Trump described him as a sleazy asshole whom everyone in the Senate hated (also true). For good measure, Trump suggested Cruz's wife was ugly and his father was somehow caught up in the John F. Kennedy assassination.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe party elders were now rallying to Rubio as their preferred Trump alternative. I met up with the Florida senator in Nevada, a few days before that state's Republican caucuses in February. We were sitting aboard his campaign plane-on a short flight from Reno to Las Vegas-and I was detecting a slight whiff of Marco-mentum in the recirculated air. \"This was a great day for us,\" Rubio kept telling me. His undertaking was as urgent as ever, he said, because he knew the GOP elders were counting on him to stop Trump. He had their endorsements to prove it. He vowed to be worthy of everyone's trust.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe were surrounded on the plane by a retinue of Rubio-backing Nevada dignitaries: the state's lieutenant governor and a former governor, a congressman, and a senator. It seemed as if every hour brought a new endorsement of Rubio from another vintage piece of the Grand Old Furniture: Lamar Alexander, Bob Dole, a senator from Indiana, the governor of Arkansas. Together, this cavalry of grown-ups would lock arms around Rubio and save the GOP from its bender with the casino owner. This had all gone on for far too long.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe night before at a rally in North Las Vegas, Rubio strode onto a stage crowded with a bunch of new brand-name validators: seventeen in all. They included a buffet of Nevada pols, someone from a reality TV show called Pawn Stars, and Donnie Wahlberg: once a New Kid on the Block, now all in for Marky Marco.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis brief Pyrrhic hot streak for Rubio in Nevada epitomized the insane fantasy that an all-powerful Republican \"establishment\" could swoop in and impose its will. 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