This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

It’s the morning after at the Mar-a- Lago mausoleum. What must that be like? Quiet, I bet. Donald Trump, head down and face buried in a bowl of cornflakes munching. “Boy, did I do great last night or what?” Well sure you did honey. You did real good. “Then why does the staff keep looking at me like that? They’re all smiling at me! Just look at them!” They’re all just very proud of you dear.

Mr. Trump downplays the question of any further debates. Certain he nailed it the first time. And a second debate could lead to a Kamala Harris comeback. Besides, Fox News has already put the debate away. Debate? What debate? These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.

A disaster from the very beginning as Mr. Trump pulls a Pee Wee Herman, “I meant to do that!” Pollster Frank Lutz says Trump’s poor debate performance will cost him the election. It just seems to me that Donald was already fated to lose this election. His poor debate performance just addressed the envelope and put a stamp on it and dropped it in the letter box.

What must the morning after feel like? Mr. Trump had his big chance to turn things around in front of a national audience and he blew it. So, he wakes up the morning after with dark bouquets adorning his mind. It’s over! It’s all over! It’s time for him to come to terms with his fate. There will be no legal reprieve. His influence and political power will soon evaporate in front of him.

How long before the divorce papers are delivered? This is a Shakespearian tragedy; she’s got to leave him before they start taking her future assets away. Getting while there is still something good to get. It took a lot of courage to ask Mr. Trump if he was willing to debate again, on the morning after. Sort of like asking Titanic survivors if they were planning another cruise.

Achilles wounded and Troy left unassailed. Now the sad retreat as the defections will begin and the money stream begins to slow. Leon didn’t get to be a billionaire by writing checks for political losers. And it is official; Donald Trump is the biggest loser, effective yesterday morning. The Party’s over, it’s time to call it a day. Donald Trump is a man with a brilliant future behind him.

All chances for redemption are now gone. It is all over but for the crying and the life-long legal entanglements. Twump Social is collapsing like a band of Russian army recruits. It could be that by the time Mr. Trump can legally sell his shares there won’t be much left to sell. And Mr. Trump was counting on that money too!

All that’s left for him now will be a rump campaign. Finishing up the contracted dates and start winding things up. Lots of pink slips all around for reduced staffing. Would anyone like to wager on the attendance at the next Trump rally? I bet it will be down significantly. Trump thrives on boast and pomposity and his followers admire his “tough as nails” image. After his debate performance that bubble has been fatally pierced. He’s not the 27 Yankees, after all. He’s the 62 Mets.

Listen to the raging silence. What do fellow Republicans say about Mr. Trump’s debate performance? Nothing! Abandoned by the silence of the herd and this is just the beginning. Republicans waking to the horrifying prospect of a Party leader in a death spiral walking them all off of a cliff. Republicans won’t vote for Kamala Harris; they just won’t vote period. So, don’t ever say there is never any good news.

It sets up a once in a hundred-year chance for real political change. A complete reshuffling of the political deck. The Reagan Revolution in smithereens and fallen into ruins.

The Trump political ads are back now and how. Trying to cover over the debate debacle with a media ad blitz. Trying to swim upstream and get ahead of the debate reaction. But it can’t be unseen, and they know it.

Donald Trump didn’t just lose a debate he screwed the pooch. Donald screwed the pooch for all of the Republicans. It dooms the career of one J.D. Vance. There’s no market for a failed VP candidate from a disaster ticket. There should be some real fireworks and surprises on election night thanks to Mr. Trump’s debate performance.

The beginning of the sad end of Donald Trump. He will try putting on a brave face, but his spirit is broken. The end is coming, and Donald knows it. They all know it. It is essential Democrats do not miss this opportunity to vote Republicans from office en masse. To step on the gas and finish the job!

House Speaker Mike dick metaphor says he won’t bring a bill to the floor to avert a government shutdown. They profess their congressional love for Donald Trump by attempting Harikari in his name. Sure, good idea Poindexter, shut down the government 45 days before a national election. What could possibly go wrong?

And you were there! Right in the front row of history! You saw Humpty Dumpty take his great fall. Save all your Trump memorabilia. Future generations will be curious about how this strange time fell upon us. The future will never understand the phenomenon. Like disco, goldfish swallowing or flag pole sitting it will remain a cultural anomaly.

You and I might understand it now, but how can we ever explain it to future? Would they even believe us? There’s got to be a morning after and a time of quiet contemplation.

“And when the sun goes down and the mood comes upon me, I’ll watch the play of the colors on the water, yield to the fleetly dissolving images, and turn into pure feeling, all soft and nice…. ” ― Günter Grass