How a Marriage of Convenience With Steve Bannon Exploded in My Face

I was seated at a mahogany table in the “Breitbart Embassy” great room when a frowzy, triplicate-shirted Steve Bannon proposed that I join him on a trip to Laredo, Texas. With a roguish grin, he insisted that such an expedition would win me over to his side on the need for more draconian border security measures. Listening to this pitch was one of those record-scratch, freeze-frame moments in life. Even as it was happening, I remember being taken aback by how absurd it was that I had found myself there. It was August 2014 and Steve Bannon was not yet… Read Full Article