2016 Postmortem

In a nutshell pretty much. I keep trying to keep those around me sane with the fact that at some point he's going to have to actually, authentically, for better or worse be president. No victory tours, no asking Fabio who should hold a cabinet post, no thinking up stupid shit to tweet about, no anything other than "trying" to run this country and be the man on the front line of keeping us from blowing up.

We have seen young energetic people grow old before their time as president. It's perhaps one of, if not the most, stressful jobs on this planet. Trump was in a air sucking, mush mouth stupor by the time he finished the debates. How's he going to be doing after 48, 72 hours of intense decision making that doesn't happen at his personal pleasure?

Baring something incredible happening the guy is going to be president in little less than 60 days. He won't be able to shuck and duck the press and his little game of White House Apprentice will be over. He'll become public worker #1 and every damn thing that happens from then on is going to be his fault. Him and his cabinet of expensive, morally challenged flunkies. Every damn one of them is going to have the eyes of the world on their collective asses. Every one of their blunders is going to be amplified by a thousand and there is no freaking NDA to protect them.

Trump is going to be a busy, busy man attempting to put out fires armed with a political toolbox consisting of one Fisher Price Little People fire truck and a dollar store water gun filled with a mixture of swamp water and gasoline. Good luck President Cheeto and good luck morally challenged flunky Voltron because the entire country, no, the entire world, is going to need it.