Things are getting tight for Mr Trump. More and more people in his own party are starting to question his actions…and his motives. The press is starting to criticize him directly, not just his policies, and often without the usual formulaic pleasantries and courtesies. Even his own propagandists can no longer be counted on to devise elaborate justifications for his latest outrages.
The weaker fringes of the vast armies of Trump Nation seem to be losing their enthusiasm, and those that still follow him seem to have become shriller and more desperate, abandoning all pretense of civility and reason. What happens if this is not just my wishful thinking, or if he cannot make some kind of last minute comeback? What happens if the Democrats don’t step on their dick and once again snatch defeat from the jaws of victory?
When Trump falls, if he falls, it will be fast. Overnight, no one will claim their former allegiance, everyone will declare how they had always been skeptical of him from the start. Like the Germans, who all claimed to have harbored a fugitive Jew in their basement throughout the entire Third Reich, suddenly no one will own up to his former MAGA status and loyalties.
Where will all the Trumpers go? Will Saudi Arabia or the Phillipines take them in? Will Russia dust off Philby and Maclean’s old Moscow flats? Brazil? Paraguay? Israel? (If Bibi doesn’t get convicted.) Or will they all just disappear, or be turned, like the Nixon White House gang, into the heroes in their own memoirs. Or perhaps, like Oliver North or G Gordon Liddy, they’ll go on the road with their own standup comedy routines. Trump Nation will take the long final stroll down memory lane, disappearing into the mists of history alongside the John Birch Society, both the Silent and Moral Majorities, and the Tea Party.
Maybe in a few years, we’ll all be wondering how the hell it could have possibly happened? After all; “Nobody ever really took this guy seriously.”