Chuck Schumer. Yes, the trap is sprung. We have the president where we want him. Isolated in the White House for the next two years. With no help coming for him, surrounded only by executive branch, the Supreme Court and a party that will twist itself into pretzels to defend whatever gibberish comes out of his mouth. We have engineered the ultimate checkmate: making him sit in the most powerful office in the world… like a stranded, adrift, castaway scratching out SOS in the Resolute Desk with a dull fountain pen, waiting for the Democratic Senate Majority Leader to rescue him. Then mark my words he’ll have no other choice than to deal with us in a couple of years. And then you'll see when he finally reaches out a trembling hand. “Chuck,” he rasps, “I’ll deal.”

Aide: Masterful Gambit, sir