Donald Trump himself may fume, but hated and alone. The opportunists who make up his administration will abandon him. Republicans will pretend they never heard his name. Republican politicians are not going to hang around a guy they privately hate and who publicly destroyed their majority.-David Brooks
It is this I look forward to with the most relish: the hatred. The shunning, the abandonment. Ignoring him, and them: the most disgusting family ever to occupy the White House.
There is going to have to be an exorcism performed on that place, the White House. Fumigation. How could you live there after them? I'd want to tear it down. Put in a split-level or something. I could never get over the fact that they slept there, walked there, sat on those cushions, used those toilets, that they breathed there. I wouldn't want to touch anything.
The hooting of them in public. Pointing, cursing.
"There he is! Trump! Hey Trump, you're a LOSER!" Laughing at him. They will feel the mocking, contemptuous stares. "Ivanka! You're DISGUSTING!" Spitting on her. They'll have to wear plexiglass facemasks. Accidentally-on-purpose bumping into skinny Cucky Kushner. Hard. They'll have to wear disguises.
The shaming. Avoidance. Trump and Melania walk into a function and people politely turn away. "Ooh, look at the time. Must be leaving."
Brand radioactivity, bankruptcy. Obama National Golf Course, Black Lives Matter Tower. Name radioactivity. Will they change their names?
Calls not returned. Hang ups. Emails unanswered. Unable to get meetings. Invitations not received.
Cancel, cancel, cancel.
The indictments. Trump in the dock. Dershowitz defending, mocked, shunned, abandoned, no dinner companionship on Martha's Vineyard, the lights go out when they see him arrive. Alone. All of them. Alone.
It is this I look forward to with the most relish: the hatred. The shunning, the abandonment. Ignoring him, and them: the most disgusting family ever to occupy the White House.
There is going to have to be an exorcism performed on that place, the White House. Fumigation. How could you live there after them? I'd want to tear it down. Put in a split-level or something. I could never get over the fact that they slept there, walked there, sat on those cushions, used those toilets, that they breathed there. I wouldn't want to touch anything.
The hooting of them in public. Pointing, cursing.
"There he is! Trump! Hey Trump, you're a LOSER!" Laughing at him. They will feel the mocking, contemptuous stares. "Ivanka! You're DISGUSTING!" Spitting on her. They'll have to wear plexiglass facemasks. Accidentally-on-purpose bumping into skinny Cucky Kushner. Hard. They'll have to wear disguises.
The shaming. Avoidance. Trump and Melania walk into a function and people politely turn away. "Ooh, look at the time. Must be leaving."
Brand radioactivity, bankruptcy. Obama National Golf Course, Black Lives Matter Tower. Name radioactivity. Will they change their names?
Calls not returned. Hang ups. Emails unanswered. Unable to get meetings. Invitations not received.
Cancel, cancel, cancel.
The indictments. Trump in the dock. Dershowitz defending, mocked, shunned, abandoned, no dinner companionship on Martha's Vineyard, the lights go out when they see him arrive. Alone. All of them. Alone.
