This week, in the White House, Donald Trump forced Chris Christie to eat meatloaf, even though Christie did not necessarily want the meatloaf.
There was a time when Christie was a man with autonomy and pride. There was a time when Trump was kind and his voice was soft and his words were inviting, and life was a Springsteen song and the song was exciting. There was a time, and then it all went wrong.
Trump rewarded loyalty, they said, and he was loyal.
He gave Trump his boughs and his branches and his leaves and the better part of his trunk. He brought him the severed head of Marco Rubio. He let Donald Trump sit on his worn-out stump.
Christie had hopes. He was going to be vice president. And then, he was going to have a job in the White House. And then, he was going to head the transition.
"There's the menu," Trump told the room, when Christie visited. "You guys order whatever you want. Chris, you and I are going to have the meatloaf."