Monday, May 25, 2026

Donald Trump Is Attempting To Pardon Himself

By Kevin D. Williamson

Monday, May 25, 2026

 

President Donald Trump’s abuse of the pardon power has been consistently corrupt, of course, but it also has been expensive: While the president made headlines last week by proposing to hijack around $1.8 billion from the Treasury to hand out to his political supporters, he already had come close to equalling that sum by means of the pardon power, depriving federal coffers—and crime victims—of some $1.5 billion in fines, restitution, and other obligations owed by—let’s remember this part—criminals. For comparison, President Joe Biden’s pardons, also frequently corrupt, molested the fisc to the tune of only a relatively measly $680,000—not even enough money to buy a (really) good used Ford. Dan Greenberg writes for Cato:

 

Trump’s pardon pen was a boon to ex-criminals like Trevor Milton (who no longer must repay the investors he defrauded $660 million) and Lawrence Duran (who no longer must repay the government he defrauded $87 million). It was also a boon to HDR Global Trading Ltd., which owed the nation a $100 million fine; in this case, Trump also made history by granting the nation’s very first pardon to a corporation.

 

HDR Global, no one will be surprised to learn, is one of those shady crypto firms for which the Trump clan has evident enthusiasm. It is reasonable to expect that Trump will attempt to find some way to use his traditional pardon powers to protect himself and his allies from future criminal prosecution—he is better positioned than almost anyone else to appreciate the extent and depth of his criminality and that of his circle—but there is a limitation there: The presidential pardon power applies only to criminal proceedings, not civil suits, to which Trump may find himself vulnerable when he is an ex-president. (This assumes that he does become an ex-president, i.e., that he does not execute a more effective coup d’état than his failed 2021 attempt. Trump himself may be incapable of learning, but there are those around him who are not.) And so there is the “addendum” to his bulls–t payola “settlement” with the IRS—an “addendum” that probably ought to be understood as the main point of the entire exercise. The document amounts to something the law does not give the president even in the context of his very broad pardon power: the power to grant himself, his family, and his business associates federal civil immunity for a lifetime’s (so far) worth of misdeeds—“FOREVER,” all-caps in original. The document reads:

 

The United States RELEASES, WAIVES, ACQUITS, and FOREVER DISCHARGES each of the Plaintiffs from, and is hereby FOREVER BARRED and PRECLUDED from prosecuting or pursuing, any and all claims, counterclaims, causes of action, appeals, or requests for any relief, including injunctive relief, monetary relief, damages, examinations or similar or related reviews, appeals, debt relief, costs, attorney's fees, expenses, and/or interest, whether presently known or unknown, that—as of the Effective Date of the Settlement Agreement—have been or could have been asserted by Defendants against any of the Plaintiffs or related or affiliated individuals (including, without limitation, family or others filing jointly), or parties including trusts, parent, sister, or related companies, affiliates, and subsidiaries, by reason of, with respect to, in connection with, or which arise out of (1) any matters that were raised or could have been raised in the Case or the Pending Agency Claims; (2) Lawfare and/or Weaponization; or (3) any matters currently pending or that could be pending (including tax returns filed before the Effective Date) before Defendants or other agencies or departments.

 

This is a characteristic Trump move: He gets something he wants for himself by greasing the wheels with money for his allies paid out of someone else’s pocket—in this case, your pocket and mine—with the attendant controversy focused on the relatively small matter (the money) rather than the more critical matters (an extraconstitutional civil self-pardon and the broader extraconstitutional power grab).

 

At this late date, I suppose that it is nearly pointless to call the roll of cowardly constitutionalists and fair-weather patriots knuckling under and going along with this abuse of presidential power, an outrageous one even by the standards of an administration that has been murdering people on the high seas for public relations purposes. (It’s okay! They’re only massacring Spanish-speaking foreigners!) That the DOJ settlement has been signed off on by Todd Blanche, who was Trump’s personal lawyer in the criminal matters in which the once and future president was enmeshed during the all-too-brief interregnum—in contravention of every legal norm related to conflicts of interest—is only the fecal frosting on the cake of this corruption. But, that said, let us note once again the supine complicity of Ted Cruz, Rand Paul, John Thune, Tom Cotton, Mike Johnson, Thom Tillis, Tim Scott, and the rest of them. Marco Rubio, who has emerged as Trump’s most devoted factotum, is worse than complicit. J.D. Vance is more than content to be in harness, happier than a dung beetle at Trump’s all-you-can-eat raw-sewage buffet.

 

The most Republican senators have been able to muster in response to this so far is a sad little off-the-record bitch-and-moan session.

 

Thune, that titan of the Senate whose tenure as majority leader evidently is dedicated to the project of making Trent Lott look like Cincinnatus by comparison, managed to say this much: “Our members have very legitimate questions about it, and we’ve had some conversations about if it’s going to be a feature going forward, what it might look like, and how we might make sure that it’s fenced in appropriately.”

 

Look out, boys, the big man has some “legitimate questions.”

 

Let’s do a little thought experiment: Say the chairman and CEO of a publicly traded company, while maintaining his executive position, files a lawsuit against his company; it is a silly lawsuit demanding an implausible settlement, but, happily for the CEO, it never goes to court. Instead, the head of the legal department—a guy with a mortgage and whom the CEO hired and could fire at will—gets together with the head of the finance department—a guy with a mortgage and whom the CEO hired and could fire at will—and the two of them work out a “settlement,” creating an expense account that the CEO controls but that does not technically hit his bank account as a matter of income. Question: Would he go to jail for tax fraud first, or would the embezzling charges work their way through the system first? Thune has an MBA, so perhaps he has a view—as a matter of business administration, how kosher would that be?

 

Trump is, indeed, dedicated to running the government like a business—la Cosa Nostra.

 

Donald Trump is just walking up to the Treasury and trying to take out nearly $2 billion for his own use with no congressional authorization. Thune hopes this can be “fenced in appropriately.” But there is nothing appropriate here—not even an appropriation.

 

Mitch McConnell likes to quote a supposed Kentucky proverb: “There is no education in the second kick of a mule.” Sen. McConnell ought to know: He might have spared us all this mess had he done the right thing in 2021. McConnell and his colleagues have now been kicked more times than Mory Kromah’s sparring partner. They don’t seem to know whether they’re getting the sense beat out of them or getting some sense beat into them.

 

The failed coup d’état in 2021. Massacres of civilians in the Caribbean and elsewhere. The illegal war on Iran. And now Donald Trump proposes to simply raid the Treasury on behalf of his supporters and write himself a civil immunity deal into the mix. Sen. Thune has questions.

 

So do I, beginning with: What, exactly, is the point of you, Sen. Thune?

 

And Furthermore ...

 

“Essentially idiots.”

 

Trump likes to boast about having “all the best people,” about which I ask: Who are you going to believe? Him or your lying eyes?

 

The 3-degrees-short-of-mediocrity character of Trump’s appointees—kooks and cranks such as Bobby Kennedy and Tulsi Gabbard (don’t let the door hit you), men with habitual girl trouble and drinking problems such as Kash Patel and Pete Hegseth, utter incompetents such as Peter Navarro, slavish sycophants such as Kevin Hassett, degenerates such as sometime Trump employee Roger Stone—is a little bit perplexing. Only a little bit: Surely the reputational damage of serving in the Trump administration keeps many good people out of his employ, with more than a few of them waiting around for the next respectable (ho, ho!) Republican administration to get into, or back into, federal work. But Trump—imbecilic former game-show host, quondam pornographer, failed casino operator though he is—is still president of these United States of America. You’d think he’d be able to get better people than the pro-wrestling lady or Howard Lutnick.

 

But, then, consider the cases of Hitler’s Germany, Stalin’s Soviet Union, or Argentina under its junta. Christian Gläßel and Adam Scharpf, two German political scientists, made a rigorous study of those particular cases, inspired—see if this part resonates with you!—by an Argentine military officer who observed that the military regime’s “Dirty War” campaign had been carried out by people who were, in his words, “essentially idiots.” Argentina, as it turns out, has detailed public information on its military officers—including academic records and performance reviews—that offered a goldmine of data confirming that officer’s claim: The key figures in Argentina’s campaign of repression and brutality had been mediocrities motivated mainly by career pressure. Their findings were published earlier this year in a volume titled Making a Career in Dictatorship: The Secret Logic Behind Repression and Coups.

 

A recent New York Times writeup includes this timely observation:

 

Their in-depth study of Argentina’s military during that country’s era of coups and forced disappearances found that low performers — whom they refer to as “career-pressured” individuals — filled the ranks of the secret police. That service allowed them to “detour” around the ordinary military hierarchy, the book shows, achieving promotions and career success they could never have managed otherwise.

 

It turns out that would-be authoritarians don’t need to staff their regimes with ideological true believers, offer extreme enticements or impose draconian punishments in order to make successful power grabs. They just need to figure out how to target their ideal labor pool: the frustrated and mediocre.

 

Mystery solved. I recommend the book. Interesting reading.

 

Words About Words

 

Speaking of books, allow me to add my voice to the “Get off my lawn!” chorus on the matter of the declining quality of book editing. Two recent books on my mind—books I’ll be recommending in our summer-reading list—were so full of minor errors and typographic mishaps as to be truly distracting: The novel Lázár by first-time Swiss novelist Nelio Biedermann, recently translated from German, and The Toscanini Conspiracy, a novel by Filippo Iannarone, translated from Italian. I am tempted to make the excuse that these books were translations, but the stuff in English that comes across my desk is no better and often worse. We make our share of errors here, of course, and I have made some bad ones in my time. (And a few amusing ones: I recently wrote to a friend that I had spent part of a day “organizing my wenches.” Wrenches!) Journalism in general is more error-prone than books, I think, as a result of the short production schedule: Books have months or even years to get done, journalism is a matter of hours.

 

The world needs more copy editors. It probably needs better-paid copy editors.

 

(So writes the former copy editor.)

 

In Other Wordiness . . .

 

A bit from Carolyn Hax’s generally amusing Washington Post advice column (which usually is complemented by very fun drawings). The letter-writer shares a story about an unwanted romantic attraction to an old friend and confesses that she thought she was too “evolved” for that sort of thing. The response includes these lines:

 

Isn’t that what “evolved” means? Animals who can choose how they act? By the definition you imply — animals who actually aren’t — falling for one guy friend kinda means your entire secular religion collapses. But if you define it as entrusting friendships to your mind vs. your body, then you can still be an evolved person with a long-standing male best friend on whom you oops have a stupid crush. You can still honor your marriage, too, and love your husband — who sounds highly evolved, by the way.

 

I wonder if that isn’t exactly backward, at least from a more literal and less metaphorical point of view: If human behavior is, indeed, evolved to the degree evolutionary scientists suggest, then we “evolved” animals would seem to have a good deal less choice about how we act—or, at least, about the direction, urgency, and relative power of our evolved inclinations. I’m not entirely ready to write off free will as a necessary fiction created to prop up our religious and moral sensibilities and spare us from confronting some terrifying truth about how narrowly we are, in fact, proscribed.

 

But I’m not not convinced!

 

In any case: To be evolved is not to be liberated from the past or from our animal natures but to be, in a profound way, subject to them.

 

And Furthermore ...

 

If Tulsi Gabbard is remembered for a famous quotation, let it be this:

 

It is not the intelligence community’s responsibility to determine what is and is not an imminent threat.

 

Isn’t that . . . precisely the intelligence community’s responsibility?

 

Also: Grove City College, an admirable Christian institution, has a president named Bradley Lingo. If President Lingo does not speak in tongues, I am going to be disappointed at the missed aptronym. Surely a good laugh can be a gift from the Holy Spirit?

 

In Closing

 

I will not much miss Bill Cassidy in the Senate. Cassidy is, in my view, a variation on the theme of Mike Pence, i.e., a generally servile Trump enabler who grew a conscience for five minutes in 2021 (when it seemed like the political wind was likely to shift) and then regretted it. Cassidy voted to convict Trump in his 2021 impeachment after the failed coup d’état, and that was the right vote. It cost him his seat. Cassidy now says, “Who cares?” But that is not what he said during the campaign, when he tried to wave the issue away, telling Politico:

 

That is not something I think about. That is a decision I made five years ago. What I think about is the present and the future of my state. If somebody wants to focus on that, if my opponent is focused on that, she's thinking about five years ago. I'm thinking about five years from now.

 

As I said last week on The Dispatch Podcast, I think that was the wrong answer, and that the right one was something like, “Yes, I voted to convict the son of a bitch, because he was guilty as sin and tried to overthrow the government by nullifying a legitimate election that he lost. It was the right thing to do, and I’d do it again. But, sure, I agree with him on regulatory reform and illegal immigration and a few other things.”

 

But, now—now that there is nothing more to lose—Cassidy is getting frisky again. It is contemptible.

 

There are many people out there—“little people,” you know—who lost their jobs, who had to move, who require police protection because of Donald Trump’s self-serving lies about the 2020 election. Most of those people do not have the position, money, and other resources enjoyed by the likes of Bill Cassidy. The least he could have done was to stand up for them—if only by standing up for himself in the matter of the most important good thing he did as a senator.

 

“That is not something I think about,” Cassidy said. If that was a lie, it was a cowardly lie. If it was the truth, then—well, what the hell is wrong with that guy? Trump is putting things in place to try it again. To whom will Americans look for leadership when that happens? Not to the likes of Bill Cassidy. Pardon my lack of charity here, but: Good riddance.

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