An exclusive look at what it was like at CNN after the election ended
John King stares at his Magic Wall, now unplugged. Finally, a portal appears. He steps inside and is surrounded in all dimensions by turnout figures from Broward County, floating in the ether.
Wolf Blitzer sits alone in a darkened room, surrounded by milk bottles filled with his own urine, muttering “Key race alert… Key race alert…” over and over.
Ana Navarro EVISCERATES a vending machine. “$2 for a damn Twix bar? I don’t think so!” She punches her fist straight through the plated glass.
Jeffrey Lord crawls into his coffin for slumber. Soon the sun will rise…
Anderson Cooper locks down a janitor’s mop with an icy-cold stare. “But how can you say that?” he asks, his voice rising with indignation.
Corey Lewandowski’s jaw unhinges to reveal his internal gadgetry. Sparks fly within him; he is made of ramrods and discarded parts from a Hummer that used to belong to Dolph Lundgren. He transmits data to the satellite uplink and powers down for the evening.
David Gergen opens a door he has never noticed before. A blinding white light—the theme song to the Piers Morgan show—he vanishes, leaving only his Florsheims and a cloud of gray smoke.
“We need to be very clear about something,” Van Jones says. He is asleep on a couch. Even in slumber he argues with Katrina Pierson.
If you stand just so in The Situation Room, you can hear the distant voice of Jim Acosta: “Security guards here at the Javits Center ejected everyone hours ago, but I hid in the ventilation system. I’m Jim Acosta, and I have fashioned a bed out of my blazer and crumpled I’m With Her signs.” Who is he speaking to?