Endless are the debates of mages. And armchair campaign managers.
“Don’t run on Trump, run on healthcare!” “No, if we highlight how totally wrong this is, the middles will turn against him!” “Don’t play his game!” “Beat him at his own game!” “Go high!” “Go low!” “Go medieval!”
This is probably a good thing. Gaming out multiple strategies is wise before a challenging contest. But I find myself often wondering if we’re neglecting a 2020 scenario that is more likely than not: Himself will not be the Democratic nominee’s opponent.
To be clear, I am not predicting impeachment and removal or resignation. Those possibilities rank down in the monkeys-flying-out-butt levels. There will be no constitutional remedy for our cancre or cancer or whatever you want to call him.
No, as I’ve said before, the most likely outcome of our long national nightmare is that the president of the United States will be removed by the military, specifically Colonel Sanders. Or Ronald McDonald.
I’m not going to post pictures of the creep. I’m certain your brains are already full of un-unseeable images of him. Briefly consider them.
This is not a healthy guy. If I were a cardiologist and he walked into my office, I’d tell him to hang on, call my boat dealer and say, “I think I want the big one, after all.” Add in constant rage, zero physical exertion, erratic sleep patterns and we’re on the freeway to Stroke City.
Or perhaps already in town. Many more qualified persons than I have noted the fellow’s, ah, unusual speech patters and pointed out how closely they track the results of organic damage. And his erratic speech and “decision-making” is accelerating.
For this reason, my number two candidate to beat Trump is deterioration so profound it can’t be hidden or explained away, forcing his sycophants to admit they’re attending nothing more than a ball of cheese in a cheap rug and comically oversized tie and invoke the 25th.
Crazy, am I? Dreaming? Can you honestly say you’re confident that Donald J. Trump will be alive and speaking his brand of English 17 months from now? Really?
I’m not saying we should rely on the fellow being reaped or bleeped before 11/20, but any consultant or manager who isn’t at least drafting how-to-beat-Pence plans isn’t properly serving his or her candidate, in my opinion.