(via his ex-Repub friend, fwiw; the logic is there--even allowance for the terminal bat-shittiness of the Perp--)
The End is Near

(no cha. cha. cha. one Hopes)

Excerpt:

ME: So you think he’ll resign?

HE (laughing): No chance. He’s fu*king out of his mind. He’ll rile up his base into a fever. Rallies around the country. Tweet storms. Hannity. Oh, it’s gonna be ugly. He’ll convince himself he’ll survive.

ME: And then?

HE: That’s when Senate Republicans pull the trigger.

ME: Really? Two-thirds of the Senate?

HE: Do the math. 47 Dems will be on board, so you need 19 Republicans. I can name almost that many who are already there. Won’t be hard to find the votes.

ME: But it will take months. And the country will be put through a ringer.

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(Apparently too, he's pissed-off even the son-in-law.. he's as isolated as the dueling tarantulas-in-a-bottle, per several..) What could go Rong?

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So Have a Merry ___mas..