Who's In Charge Of Changing The President's Diaper?

This is a very important question, and one that, to my knowledge, hasn't been asked. 

It is, indeed, a question of national security. 

You can't just let anyone change Trumpie's diaper. 

And it has to be changed regularly. Otherwise he just sits in it, with a contented smile on his face. Like a big orange baby. 

Now, we know it's not Melania. She certainly didn't sign up for that kind of, well, shit.

Ivanka? Princess Sparkle Pony is very busy helping her hubby get all the blood off his hands so they can get back to planning for Trump World Gaza. Just a couple more million people to, uh, "relocate" and they can start building!

Junior and Eric? Diapers are way too complicated for them to master. Eric would probably end up with it on his head, while his big brother just gives up and calls his coke dealer.

JD Vance? I'm afraid the smell would make his eyeliner run, and we can't have that. It might detract from his masculinity.

Pam Bondi? Maybe. But she is very busy trying to figure out which laws to break next and which laws to simply ignore. You know, legal stuff.

Kash Patel?  It would explain that crazy bug eyed look he sometimes has. Like he's staring into the face of great evil. Of course, that happens every time he looks in a mirror.

Steve Bannon? Good possibility. Someone that full of shit definitely wouldn't be bothered by the smell. 

But my money is on Stephen Miller. I bet he keeps them in a special room, and when he has a big sad, like if his wife left him, he goes into the room and just stares at them until he feels better. I'm sure he has his favorites. Like Proust with his madelines, each breath brings back a fond memory. "Ah! Burnt steak slathered in ketchup! Big Mac and a diet coke! Gosh, I don't know what that is, but I like it!" His eyes fill with tears of joy, and he has the strength to go back to lying about, well, everything.

Yep, must be Stephen Miller. 

Some Unanswered Questions From The NABJ Convention

Since Trumpie had to leave--abruptly and in a big hurry, with not even enough time to raise his tiny fist and shout "Fight!" (probably because his hamburger was getting cold in the Green Room), there were a number of questions that the NABJ folks never got the chance to ask him. 

As if by magic, I happen to have some of them:

"A lot of people are saying that you act like a lapdog to Putin, Xi, in fact any dictator who crosses your path. Why do you suppose that is?"

"Is there anything, anything at all, that you won't lie about?"

"In 2017, you had both houses of Congress, and yet the only thing you got done was a big tax cut for the wealthiest Americans. Can we expect more of the same if you're re-elected?"

"As a follow up, since you don't really take any interest in governing, possibly because it cuts into the time you have for grifting, and are led around by the nose by Leonard Leo and the Heritage Foundation, do you regret that they had you name the justices who overturned Roe v. Wade--despite lying in their confirmation hearings that they wouldn't--and unleashed a huge blow back from women who don't think of themselves as strictly breeding stock?"

"Presidents are judged by their decisions. Your first decision this election was to pick J.D. Vance as your running mate. How's that working out for you?"

"Do you really believe, in 2024, that there are enough racists in the U.S. to carry you to victory in November?"

"Do you think it was a good idea to come to a room full of Black people and attempt to slander a Black woman?"

"Since the Project 2025 was written by people who wholeheartedly support you, including some who served in your administration, how can you, with a straight face, say that you've never heard of it and have no idea what's in it?"

"You've been found guilty of sexual assault in a civil court. You've publicly lusted for your eldest daughter. Your name pops up all over the Jeffrey Epstein documents. And you allegedly raped at least one minor--and then threatened her into silence. Care to comment?"

"Seriously, is there anything you won't lie about?"

"A Seriously Troubled Man"

 "A seriously troubled man."

This is how Glorious Leader Orange Man described Kanye West.

And Glorious Leader was trying to help by...?????

Counseling him? Who wouldn't benefit from the knowledge of Glorious Leader Orange Man?

Comforting him? Perhaps there are "comfort ladies" at Mar-a-Lardo?

Trying to get money from him? Once a grifter always a grifter.

Breaking bread with a neo-Nazi anti-semite piece of shit? It's a big tent.

Who knows?

No, what's important here is that Trump could call anyone else--anyone--"seriously troubled." 

Let us list, briefly and no doubt incompletely, Trump's uh...let's call them troubles:

Traitor. Insurrectionist. Twice impeached. Adulterer. Accused rapist. Tax fraud. Mob ties. Multiple bankruptcies. Pathological liar. Racist. Lusts after his eldest daughter.

Any "help" from someone with that resume would be...priceless.

What Happens To A Useful Idiot Who Becomes A Useless Idiot?

Having served his Master's purpose, not wisely or particularly well--but wholeheartedly--Donald J. Trump finds, much to his surprise that his Master no longer has any use for him.

Oops.

This must be causing some concern in whatever parts of Traitor Don's brain that are still semi-functional.

All that treason for naught. #SAD.

Sure, he will sooner or later be confronted with a bevy of New York state charges. And there's a pretty good chance that he will face a few Federal charges as well.

Sure, he will probably lose everything.

Sure, his beloved (well at least one of them is beloved) older children may all go to prison, too.

But he's spent his entire adult life bullshitting in court, drawing out law suits, dissembling, lying, bribing, blackmailing, and threatening people.

And somewhere in that low wattage brain of his, he's no doubt convinced himself that he will skate once more. Because he always has before.

The thing is, though, that his Master doesn't care about any of that.

No, his Master plays a brutally straight forward game of Realpolitik. Not a lot of grey areas. Not a lot of nuance.

The question is, will his Master be content to bury him under an avalanche of the Kompromat that they've been collecting for many years?

Of course, it could be something more dramatic. More final. More in keeping with his Master's M.O.

So, my advice to Donald J. Trump is "Don't drink the tea."

Or do. No one really gives a fuck anymore.

A Traitor Until The Bitter End

You would think that a man who has declared bankruptcy so many times would know when to cut and run.

But no.

Apparently Donald J. Trump is going to ride the crazy train to the very end of the line.

I guess Il Trumpo still thinks that he's immune to the laws of this land.

And why not? He's gotten away with all sorts of illegal crap his entire worthless life. In fact, his business career has been based on illegal crap. Mob concrete, scab labor, stiffing his sub contractors, suing people who can't afford lawyers--there are many arrows in the Trump quiver. 

And he's always gotten away with it.

Why should treason and sedition be any different?

He expects to bluff and threaten his way out of every situation.

So why should encouraging a mob of his delusional halfwits to storm the Capitol be any different?

But it is. Oh yes, it is. You can fuck with a lot of stuff. But not that. And all of his little Republican helpers, Biggs, Gosar, Greene, Guiliani, Boebert, McCarthy and the rest should be updating their resumes. Maybe Russian Television is hiring.

Of course, his army of imbeciles will always stay with him. Like any cult, once you've drunk too much of the Kool-aid the only way out may be death. And that is a problem that we will have to deal with in the coming years. But for the majority of sentient Americans, he's finally crossed the line.

When even a piece of opportunistic garbage like Moscow Mitch McConnell turns against you, you've gone too far.

There will be trials, there will be asset seizures, there will be prison sentences. Best to fuel up the private jet and punch the coordinates for Moscow or Riyadh into the navigation system.

Anyone with the last name of "Trump" might consider an alias. This applies to "Kushner" as well.

(The most amusing aspect of this whole tragedy is that Ivanka, aka Princess Sparkle Pony, thinks she has a future in politics. Maybe she can be the head snitch in whatever prison she ends up in.)

Personally, I would dispense with jail time for her daddy and just put him up against a wall somewhere. Blindfold optional.

But then I'm old school when it comes to treason.

Today's Chuckle

I don't know about you, but the funniest thing I've heard recently is the rampant speculation about "what will Trump do next?"

Will he run in 2024? Will Jesus finally come back and be his running mate?

Will Don Jr. run?

Will Ivanka run?

Will he start his own media company?

Will he become the King Maker of the Republican party? 

These are all nonsensical.

Donald J. Trump will spend the rest of his miserable life either in court, in jail, and/or in bankruptcy.

And his three adult children, plus the boy wonder son-in-law, Jared, will spend much of their miserable lives doing the same.

It was "fun" while it lasted, but the gig, as they say, is up.

Their only options are to stay here and face the music, praying for an incompetent prosecutor, a senile judge, and a compromised jury full of MAGAts, or flee the country to somewhere without an extradition treaty.

Run in 2024? 

Don't make me laugh.

Remember This: They Will Lie

Living in poor, stupid, Arizona, I've been inundated with Martha McSally television ads.

Normally I record everything so I can fast forward through every ad, political and otherwise. 

Life is too short, ya know?

But sometimes, during a live sports event, for instance, that isn't possible.

And I've come to a simple conclusion:

Nowadays, being a Republican requires that you lie as easily as you breathe.

And it seemingly doesn't matter that your lies are easily disprovable by anyone with a semi-functioning brain.

For example, there are records of every vote McSally has cast. And yet, in her ads, she claims to have voted otherwise.

The record shows she has voted against Medicare, Social Security, and insuring pre-existing conditions.

It's right there in black and white.

Her ads, however, when they aren't telling outright lies about her opponent, Mark Kelly, claim that she voted for all of those things rather than against all of them.

In fact, if you weren't aware of her record, you would think that she was a champion of people with pre-existing conditions. And that Kelly was some sort of crooked stooge of the Chinese.

You know, like our Traitor-in-Chief and his daughter/wife Ivanka.

It's breathtaking, that ability to LIE so often, so completely. 

It's downright Trumpian.

Again, if you are stupid enough to fall for it, you're going to get what you deserve.

Jaws 2020

Time for a Jaws' reboot!

Of course, we'll have to change a few things to appeal to today's audience.

So, instead of a killer shark, we'll have a killer virus.

And instead of a small resort community, Amity, we'll use the entire USA.

Finally, we have to replace the idiotic mayor, who put money ahead of the safety of his citizens.

I'm thinking an idiotic, egocentric President, who (spoiler alert) also puts money before the safety of his citizens and who finally responds to the crisis by spending his time bragging about his TV ratings while people are dying.

For comic relief, he surrounds himself with a couple of token smart people whom he completely ignores (hahaha) and a whole bunch of dumb people, including his daughter and bumbling son-in-law, who worship him. Dumb people who think they're smart are always funny!

The heroes will be those brave people who find themselves fighting both the virus and the idiots--sometimes without the aid of the proper equipment.

Don't know how it ends, but I smell a hit!

The 7 Deadly Sins Personified

Shall we go down the list?

Yes! Let's.

1. Pride: one who boasts of being a "stable genius", who has never admitted to a single failing--despite an amazingly long list of failings, who claims to be the "greatest" without a drop of evidence, who slaps his name on everything he can, and in big GOLD letters, too, might be said to have an excess of pride.

2. Envy: when the chief goal of your every working hour seemingly consists of dismantling anything that your predecessor did, or claiming his achievements as your own, you might be just a little envious of him. And, really, why not? He was intelligent, honest, capable, attractive, funny--in short, everything you aren't.

3. Gluttony: please pass the fast food and ketchup. And then stand back! Stand way, way, back. You don't get that fat without some serious effort.

4. Lust: do we even have to go there? Although, I must say, the barely contained, overwhelming desire for his eldest daughter is the cherry on top.

5. Anger: him get angry! Him get oh so angry when the peoples mock him. Oh, and the peoples, at least the sentient ones, do mock him. Him the world's largest snowflake.

6. Greed: when his era is over, after the White House has been ritually scourged, better count the silverware. And audit all of his expenses. 'Cuz the man would steal the pennies off a dead man's eyes.

7. Sloth: the one saving grace he has is that he's just too damn lazy to even attempt much governing. I mean, honestly, who has the time? There's a gold toilet to sit on whilst he tweets his constant stream of lies, distortions, and foolish nonsense. Then it's time to watch Fox News, followed by a greasy snack and a lengthy nap. Repeat as necessary.

The 7 Deadly Sins personified: if that isn't a perfect description of Donald J. Trump, then nothing is.

Freak Show

Remember when the Emperor Numbnuts told us that he only knew the "best people"?

Seems like a century ago...but it's really only been a couple of years, more than enough time to render judgment.

Well, if these are "the best", I'd hate to see the worst.

Starting in no particular order, let's take a quick look at "the best".

There's Kellyanne Conway, that walking scarecrow, who lies as easily as most people breath. Numbnuts should study her closely, despite the fact that she's definitely not a 10, because she's much better at lying than he is.

What about Billy Barr, whose Daddy gave Jeffrey Epstein a job at the elite Dalton school in NYC, showing a very perceptive understanding of human character, which he has passed down to his boy Billy. Barr has shown himself to be what we expected him to be, a Republican hack, who disregards the Constitution whenever it suits him.

Then there's Wilbur Ross, who came to the administration from one of the most corrupt banks on the planet, and apparently sleeps through most, if not all, of his department's meetings.

Rick Perry and Ben Carson are sharing one second rate brain, and poorly at that. 

Mike Pompeo has ground the State Department down to a fine dust, which I'm sure makes his "real" boss, Mr. Putin, very happy indeed.

Brett Kavanaugh shouldn't be allowed near any court, let alone our Supreme one. He's a liar, a sexual predator, and probably an alcoholic as well. But he went to Yale (pinch me!) so, it's all good.

Mike Pence is one of those holier-than-thou Christian pieces of shit which our country is uniquely infected with.

Betsy DeVos is a billionaire cretin, who is doing her best to destroy our public education system. Because "they" go to public schools and we certainly don't want to help "them" in any way. 

Let's skip over all of the "best people" who are now serving time and get to Numbnuts' family:

The boys, Junior and Eric, are exactly what you'd expect Donald J. Trump's sons to be. That's not a compliment. Spoiled, stupid, corrupt, entitled....I could go on, but what's the use? A lot of that comes from their "superior" genes. And the rest from the way they were raised.

Then there's Princess, who is just as spoiled, entitled and corrupt as her brothers, but maybe not quite as stupid. Maybe. What Princess brings to table, in addition to her slumlord husband, is a Daddy who desperately wants to, uh, "couple" with her.  Which sounds like something out of a lesser Greek tragedy. Of course, in Greek tragedy they usually all end up dead at the end. Something to hope for, I guess.

We will skip the other two Trump spawn. Because, honestly, why should we give them more attention than he does?

That leaves Melania, wife number 3. At this point,  I would not be surprised to find out that she was a Russian plant. A sparrow sent to entrap an idiot. Be Best!

My God! I almost overlooked Roger Stone! The man with a tattoo of Nixon on his back. A little too high to be a proper tramp stamp, but still...it's the spirit of the thing. Ponder that for a second. A grown man with a tattoo of Richard M. Nixon, noted crook and up until now our most disgraced President, on his back. That should go over well in prison.

Dear Jared And Ivanka

Hi Jared! Hi Ivanka!

You seem like nice kids.*

But some of your choices, which to sane people appear to be the actions of complete hypocrites and ethical pygmies, lead me to the conclusion that somewhere along the way you got off track. Like the song says, "one step forward and several million steps back."

This was not your fault.

After all, you were both raised by career criminals. Your fathers represent the lower depths of humanity. Pere Kushner went to jail for his actions. And Pere Trump? Good God, where to begin with him? In a just world he would've been sitting in solitary confinement somewhere for the last 30 years. Apparently your mothers were too busy shopping to give you any moral guidance at all. #SAD

Is it any wonder you behave the way you do? No it is not.

In fact, it would be a miracle if you'd turned out to be anything but what you are.

Again, this was not your fault. 

But, as Goering said at the Nuremberg Trials, "let's put all this ugliness behind us, ok?"

I offer this as a friend. All good things must end, and it's time for you to leave Washington. Trust me, if you stay, things will only get uglier. You have no idea how ugly.

I'm worried about you and your well being. Think of your "reputations". Think of your children. Start making a list of possible aliases. You can use the same first initials if it helps save on monogramming. Joe Kramer and Ida Tusk? Jerry Kimble and Iona Thimble? Plastic surgery might be a good idea, too.

Do not go back to New York city! They do not want you. They do not need you. It will get really uncomfortable the moment you show your faces anywhere in the Big Apple. You are both delicate creatures. Especially you, Jared. And, should you somehow avoid prison sentences, NYC is the last place on earth you want to be.

So where should you go?

I'm thinking either Moscow, Beijing, Jerusalem, or Riyadh.

You have friends there, don't you? Or, if not exactly "friends", people with similar interests.

If you need help packing, I'm only a phone call away.

Yours,

B. Franklin

(*I'm lying here. It's a rhetorical device. They actually seem like truly awful people.)

Genetics

We are what we are, and rare is the person who rises above.

For instance, let's say your dad was a mobbed up, crooked, racist piece of shit. Let's call him, oh, I don't know, Fred.

Chances are, unless you inherited absolutely zero traits from him, you, too, would end up being a mobbed up, crooked, racist piece of shit.

And there's a distinct possibility that you might even be a bigger mobbed up, crooked, racist piece of shit. What with the completely unwarranted sense of privilege that might come from such an upbringing.

Now, say you have kids.

Let's call them, oh, I don't know, Junior, Princess, and the Other One.

Here again, unless they inherited absolutely zero traits from you (and honestly, what are the odds of that?), they too would probably be mobbed up, crooked, racist pieces of shit.

Because you are a delusional narcissist as well, you might have even been able to convince yourself that you have "superior genes".

(Sound of uproarious laughter)

And that's genetics.

"Russia, If You're Listening..."

Please take him.

Please?

It's only fair. He's yours, after all. You made him.

Take his whole family. They'll fit right in. They're kleptocratic scum without an ounce of empathy or humanity. Ring a bell?

Now, the boys are very stupid, it's true. But you've dealt with your share of imbecilic scions in the past. It comes with the territory.

And the girl, well, she has some serious Daddy issues...You have psychiatrists in Moscow, right?

We will throw in his entire cabinet, too. It's a package deal. You could put them on display by Lenin's tomb. Keep your children in line by frightening them with the perils of unchained capitalism.

Oh, and make room for approximately 30 million frothing at the mouth morons. We will pay the freight.

They're his base, and he'd be lost without them.

Doesn't matter where you put them. A gulag in Siberia sounds about right.

Or, you could just slaughter them. Up to you.

Gee, I Hate To Be Crude, But...

Ivanka Trump really is a feckless cunt.

Now, before anyone gets their right wing, "real" American, snowflake panties all in a bunch, I don't mean that in a sexual, or misogynistic, way. I use that word in its English context. Not American. English.

In the way that Mick Jagger meant, back in the '60's, when a stuffy old man who, no doubt appalled by Mick's long hair and Carnaby street kit, asked him "what he thought he looked like" causing Jagger to reply "don't know. So long as I don't look a cunt like you."

See? It means something different.

An idiot. A fool. A poseur.

And therefore perfectly fitting for Ivanka Trump.

Or her brothers, for that matter. Or her husband.

Or her father. Especially her father.

In fact, the Trump Administration is made up almost entirely of Feckless Cunts.

They should trademark the name, make a couple of dollars for Trump Inc.

This Shouldn't Be A Surprise

Some of us find it fitting that Easter is on April Fool's Day this year....should be every year, shouldn't it? Anyway, in honor of the day, I will be turning wine into urine...

Now, where were we?

Oh, yeah. When a person shows you what they are, loudly and repeatedly, you'd be stupid not to believe them. They are what they are, and you will grow old waiting and hoping for them to change.

Donald J. Trump has been a punk ass bum for his entire adult life--and a good portion of his childhood, too. You can look it up.

His life has been an unrelenting assault on common decency. He is a swine. The people who support him are swines, too.

He has one goal: self-aggrandizement. He cares for nothing but stuffing his pockets, and putting his name on tacky buildings everywhere.

He cares for no one--except the daughter he wants to have sex with.

He is completely lacking in empathy for anyone else--except the daughter he wants to have sex with.

He has reduced our government to a sad game show.

He has reduced our standing in the world to a sick joke.

He is the living manifestation of The Swamp. Corruption is his core value.

The fact that he can damage our nation with his seemingly endless personal failings is the great tragedy of our times.

Donald J. Trump will not change. He will not deviate from his path. He will remain a punk ass bum until he dies, which can't happen too soon for me.
 

The Trump Lexicon Decoded

Though on the surface it may seem like an impenetrable word salad offered up by someone with a catastrophic brain injury, it's really not that hard to decipher Fearless Leader's every word.

The truth is essentially the exact opposite of whatever he says.

For instance, "Crooked Hillary" decodes to "I am a career criminal. My Dad was a crook. I am a crook. And I've raised my children to be crooks, too. Ivanka (God I want to fuck her!) even married a crook, probably just to please me."

"There was no collusion" really means "Vlad! Vlad! What do I do now? Please help me. I'll do whatever you tell me to do--that was our deal, right? Just please help me!"

"Little Adam Schiff" deciphered is "I'm a sad, empty man. I'm a failure at literally everything I touch. Look at all those bankruptcies! I fucked up a casino, for Christ's sake! I screw working class people every chance I get. What kind of idiots would vote for someone like me?"

"I'm not a feminist" correctly interpreted is "What I am is a serial adulterer, with a taste for porn stars who remind me of Ivanka (God I want to fuck her!)"

"I only use the best people" said with a straight face decodes as "Look at these putzes. You'd find better qualified people in the line outside a methadone clinic. The truth is 'the best people' avoid me like the plague."

 "The Democrats are treasonous" simply means "I'm a traitor. The people who support me are traitors. In a just world, I'd end up like Mussolini, my rotting corpse hanging from a lamppost in downtown D.C. as a warning to all."

Thanksgiving With The Trumps

"Should we say a prayer?"

"Do you think it'll help?"

"At this point it couldn't hurt."

"OK. Jesus Christ, why me Lord, why me?!"

"That'll probably do."

"Remember, if Mueller calls, I'm not here."

"Pass the mashed potatoes."

"Fuck you."

"Manners, manners, manners. After all, we're the First Family, and we should set an example."

"Please pass the mashed potatoes."

"Why don't you take those potatoes and shove them up your ass?"

"Where's Tiffany?"

"Who?"

"Remember, if Putin calls, I'm not here."

"Do any of us even like turkey?"

"Have you seen Melania?"

"She grabbed a bottle of slivovitz and went to her room."

"A full bottle?"

"Yeah."

"Did she say anything?"

"Yes. She said 'fuck you, fuck all of you.'"

"Remember, if LaVar Ball calls, I'm not here."

"Is there any more slivovitz?"

The Checklist

Uh, let's see...

Racist swine running the Department of Justice?

Check!

Russian stooge oilman in charge of the State Department?

Check!

Climate change denier seeing how quickly he can destroy the EPA?

Check!

Moron fronting the Department of Energy?

Check!

Unqualified fool running HUD?

Check!

Supreme Court appointee turning out to be just exactly the kind of reactionary piece of shit we thought he would be?

Check!

Clueless piece of billionaire scum dismantling the Department of Education?

Check!

Influence peddling slumlord son-in-law "solving" the Israeli-Palestinian issue and "fixing" government?

Check!

Beloved (in a creepy, backwoods' way, of course) daughter cashing in at every opportunity?

Check!

Republican controlled Congress set to dismantle over 100 years of progressive legislation?

Check!

Nazi sympathizers, Russian agents, white supremacists etc, scuttling around the White House?

Check!

So called "President" using the office to pocket any pennies he can get his tiny hands on, from whatever source?

Check!

Yet Another Fable, Part 1

And so the Master Negotiator, the winner, the sporter of superior genes, the self-proclaimed multi-billionaire, found himself in a pickle.

After so many bankruptcies--none of which were his fault, of course--no major American bank would loan him a penny!

Now, you might think that a truly master negotiator would be able to work something out with Chase, or B of A, or Wells Fargo, or Citi, or somebody...

But the banks had all been burned by one or more of his bankruptcies, and so they told the Master Negotiator, the winner, the self-proclaimed multi-billionaire, "NO!"

Of course, he could've used some of his own multi-billions, couldn't he?

Hmmmm? Couldn't he? Does Warren Buffet have to borrow money? Does Bill Gates?

But the first rule of grifters everywhere is "never use your own money". (That is, if you have any money of your own.)

And so the Master Negotiator turned elsewhere...

Lo and behold, some nice Russian "businessmen" (hahaha) had some money, lots of money, and they were more than happy to help the Master Negotiator out!

Naturally, there were "terms" attached to these loans. When you borrow money there are always terms. And, depending on the lender, the larger the amount borrowed, the more onerous the terms may be.

But the Master Negotiator had never had to suffer the consequences of any of his many failures, and so, why not take the Russians' money?

Why not indeed?

Stream Of Unconsciousness

The bad acid trip that is the so called Trump "Presidency" continues...

There was (and perhaps is, my subscription to Obituaries Daily having lapsed) a comedian named Professor Irwin Corey.

He spoke highly educated, or at least seemingly highly educated, nonsense.

It was entertaining. But it was also complete nonsense.

Of course, Corey knew he was speaking nonsensical double talk.

And that's what makes him, dead or alive, more qualified to be President of the United States than Donald J. Trump.

It's really something to have a blithering imbecile leading the most powerful nation on the face of the earth.

At least for the time being.

When the indictments start coming, and come they will, Trump may find that he can't incoherently tweet his way out of them.

There will then be a desperate search for multiple fall guys...because nothing is ever DonDon's fault.

However, since there is very little honor amongst thieves, after that fails, perhaps a nice long stay in a federal prison is in order for some of the Trump family. And RICO all of their assets.

Until that glorious day comes, all we can do is sit back and enjoy the daily psychedelic word salad tweets that make Sarah Palin sound almost sane.

And hope that they've hidden the nuclear football from Der Trump.