I want to think the President was sitting in the Oval Office, pen in hand, when the news dropped. Rod Rosenstein had appointed a Special Counsel. He drops his pen on the desk. Laces his fingers as he sits back and takes a deep breath, sinus issues and all, and then looks up. He is looking at the Oval Office, a place, for almost two years, he has fought hard to be at. He really isn’t looking at anything, but thinking. He looks at the nervous messenger standing in front of him, and says the most human thing a person can say.   “Oh my God. This is terrible. This is the end of my Presidency. I’m f’d.”   Of course it…