So I called up the captain; please bring me my wine
We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine
It is important to establish some constant reference points, because from this paragraph to the end, I will be speculating about possible outcomes of a refusal of Trump to obey a Supreme Court order to comply with a subpoena from the Office of the Special Prosecutor. The following is decidedly not speculation:
The Constitution is the “supreme law of the land” (“Supremacy Clause,” Article VI, clause 2)
The President is bound by oath to " … faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States,” and … “ to the best of [his] Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States" (Article II, section 1)
In particular, what the ...
I believe the greatest rock song ever written is The Eagles' "Hotel California". I have believed this for some time, and for a variety of reasons. But I have come to believe it even more recently, because "Hotel California" is turning out to be the anthem of any nation -- at this time, the United States -- which allows itself to be seduced into tyranny by the meretricious charms of simplistic solutions to problems which, though genuine enough, may be used to further the demagoguery of people whose only loyalty is to their own power. Our fear and perplexity are their strength. The latest highway signpost pointing the way to our Nation's Hotel California is the 20-page memorandum arguing that the President is a law unto himself. We can hear the music and read the lyrics even now.