All’s Calm at Mar-a-Lago
The atmosphere at the president’s Mar-a-Lago command center is eerily calm as the media makes much ado about President Trump’s seemingly precarious legal woes—multiple fraudulent indictments carrying more than 125 specious charges.
General David H. Berger, Ret., whom Trump hired last month as a personal liaison to the White Hats, sits behind a colossal oak desk and peers studiously at iPads to his left and right and two Mac Studio displays in front of him. Emails, hundreds of them, suddenly ripple across an iPad screen: indicted, indicted, indicted, indicted, indicted in Georgia, Trump indicted again, Trump indicted a fourth time, etc. He opens two. They have links to media articles saying Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis and a grand jury indicted Trump and a bevy of co-conspirators on fantastical crimes. “Rudy? Sidney? They’re really getting desperate,” he mutters, switching off the device.
A knock at his office door.
“Enter,” he says.
A Marine corporal, a scout sniper in civvies with a Sig Saur M17 holstered on his left hip, enters an access code on a keypad, then places his right thumb on a biometric scanner beside the door. “Have you heard the news, sir?”
Gen. Berger glances at him nonchalantly. “What news?” he asks gruffly. His curt tone is not an indicator of agita. It is the disciplined cadence of a hardened Marine who not only sent Marines into the trenches but also fought alongside them, spilling the same blood in the same mud.
“President Trump,” the corporal says.
“I thought you said you have news,” the general replies, asking him to switch on a large-screen TV affixed to a wall. “Not the news,” he adds.
It’s a recap of the Mets pounding the Pirates. “Even without leadership, you get lucky once in a while,” the general says. “What’s the atmosphere out there?” he asks the corporal.
“Moderately chipper,” the corporal replies. “The guys are naturally upset at what’s going on with Trump.”
The general has been glued to his chair for hours tending to important business—monitoring encoded emails and communique from Camp Pendleton, Fort Bragg, Fort Benning, Fort Gordon, and Elmendorf AFB.
The corporal asks whether the general wants food or drink.
“Coffee, black. And send Roger in here.”
Roger, a Navy SEAL and head of Trump’s Mar-a-Lago protection force, enters the office as the general swallows his last gulp of coffee. Gen. Berger hands him an iPad showing a list of munitions stored in Mar-a-Lago’s arms locker, a secure vault the size of a tractor-trailer. Roger scrolls through the list with his thumb.
“Inventory this against what’s inside, down to the last round of ammunition,” the general says. “Yes, I know we did four days ago, but it’s always a good idea to—”
A ZOOM call rings on a Mac Studio display. He answers Gen. Eric M. Smith’s call without delay. Gen. Smith has an uncharacteristic smirk on his chiseled face, his blue-grey eyes aglow with effusive interest. He speaks but doesn’t mention President Trump or the indictments.
“Sir, we got a solid bead on ‘number four,’ and I’ll have an encrypted sent your way at 0700 tomorrow,” Gen. Smith says.
“Good work, Eric, that one’s been a slippery eel,” says Gen. Berger.
“You look like you could use a breather,” Gen. Smith observes.
“I don’t have time to breathe,” says Gen. Berger. “I miss Pendleton.”
“Your presence and leadership are missed here,” says Gen. Smith.
General Berger shuts down the devices, then slips the iPad inside a leather satchel bulging with paperwork. He leaves the office hoping his fastidious dedication is of equal value to the war effort as the Marines downrange. He prefers the tactile feel of an M-16 and seeing the fear in his enemies’ eyes to tapping computer keys and gazing at computer screens.
He steps inside a room where four Navy SEALs are field stripping and cleaning rifles on a rectangular table. One racks the charging handle on an M4A1 carbine, then removes the bolt assembly as he glances at the general. Another SEAL makes a florid display of stripping and reassembling a rifle in 60 seconds. He asks the general about his fastest time.
“Faster than you,” the general says as the other SEALs crack jokes.
“Who are we sending to Georgia, Marines or the Teams?” one SEAL asks. He makes a lighthearted joke about how Marines would sleep with any creature that moves, while SEALs have a more refined taste.
“Get over yourself, James,” Gen. Berger says. “If you came to my house, not that I’d invite you, the fish in my fish tank would stop swimming and play dead.”
“That wouldn’t deter him,” another SEAL chimes in, and laughter echoes in the room.
“There’s nothing to worry about. What’s happening now was anticipated. Good night, gentlemen, and I use that word conservatively,” the general said and grinned sardonically.
“Who’s worried?” a SEAL says.
If any human alive besides President Trump faced four indictments and a possible 561 years in prison, he would be behind bars awaiting trial, not set free on his own recognizance to travel the nation on a presidential campaign, a Mar-a-Lago source told Real Raw News.
“This ends in a heartbeat if President Trump wants,” he said. “He pulls darkness into the light, exposing it.”
The jocosity at Mar-a-Lago, he added, is ubiquitous across all Trump-owned properties, including Bedminster, where the president has been spending most of his free time.
“Theatrics serve a cause,” he said. “More people are waking up. Every day the mail room is inundated with letters from people who used to hate Trump but now root for him. We’re talking about bags and bags and bags full. President Trump has spoken with or received letters from over 40 world leaders on his side.”
Nonetheless, Mar-a-Lago, Bedminster, and other Trump strongholds will go to battle stations when Trump squares off against his Deep State adversaries in Georgia.
“We’ll always stand ready, but for President Trump, it’s just another day in the life for a guy, the only guy, who’s actually willing to fight the establishment,” he said.