Here's a fantasy for you. Donald Trump has an awakening. A come-to-Jesus moment. A real one, not the bullshit pandering for evangelical votes and pretending he stands for something. Besides himself.
He drops the con. I don't believe it. That it might happen. I probably wouldn't believe it if I saw it, he's so habitually, compulsively false and insincere. But I'll try because my equilibrium is fucked.
I'm worried sick. Really. There was a story once -- a book, play and movie -- about a guy who lived only for himself and took everything for granted. Finally, he saw the light. What a wonderful thought!
If nothing else such a reverie reminds us how far gone we are. How fucked we are. That this treasonous piece of shit stands any chance of reelection. When he should be shot. After a fair trial, obviously.
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