I’ve just had a most horrible thought. Which, of course, I would like to share with y’all.
The latest poll numbers out tonight show that Trump’s approval ratings continue to fall and are now only five points higher than Nixon’s were at the point where he resigned.
As the observant reader would note (which possibly assumes that I have at least two readers, which might not be verifiable), I’m not expecting Trump to resign. I’m expecting him to hold on to the bitter end, get impeached and probably accused of outright treason, probably forcing a Constitutional crisis unprecedented in United States history, and then either actually destroying the United States as a political entity or ending up for the rest of his life in jail.
But for the sake of argument, let’s say he takes his marbles and goes home. Quits. Resigns.
Remember what Nixon did when he resigned? He took refuge at his estate in San Clemency down by San Diego and wallowed in depression and misery for a while. Okay, later on he did the interviews with David Frost (because he was dead broke and needed the money) and he wrote a bunch of books (which no one ever forced me to read by dint of a large caliber firearm being held at my temple) so for the most part he was a non-entity if you weren’t going out of your way to see or hear him.
When Trump resigns?
We’re going to be listening to that loudmouth, fatuous, bloviated gas bag spew his bullshit EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. DAY. FOR. THE. REST. OF. HIS. PATHETIC. MISERABLE. FUCKING. LIFE.
And you know, you just KNOW, with social media and the current news media what it is, every single word of it will be front page news. FOREVER.
Ignorance, hatred, and stupidity. The gifts that just keep on giving.