It’s in the interest of Trump’s critics to exaggerate the role of George Papadopoulos in the Trump “campaign.” It’s in the interest of Trump and his defenders to minimize the role of Papadopoulos in the “campaign.” But there never really was a Trump campaign in the conventional sense. Trump got up in the morning, flew to some rally or other, flew back, and slept in Manhattan. That pretty much was the campaign, except for the tweets and the widespread willy-nilly dissemination of the tweets and the interviews on TV.
Papadopoulos entered the picture only when Trump, like a Queen of Hearts, demanded from his hangers-on a List. I must have a List! Of Foreign Policy Advisers! To show to the failing New York Times and the rest of the MSM, who think I need a List!
Of course, the movers and shakers in the actual world of foreign policy were already making clear they wanted no part of Trump, so what was the “campaign” to do? What was Sam Clovis to do? Somehow, Clovis cobbled together a List of people who’d been out of the country or dreamed of being out of the country on important business. Papadopoulos, who was barely out of diapers professionally and was something of a self-promoter, like Trump himself and so many in Trump’s orbit, made the List.
Papadopoulos then commenced to doing whatever wheeling and dealing anyone would do with him to justify his inclusion on the List. Enter Boris and Natasha. And voila! The road to perdition.
I remain convinced that the Russia story that scares the bejesus out of Trump is a story of financial shenanigans and not whatever fire there is causing the current smoke.