Trump is sitting on his golden throne, posting vile hate on Truth Social while dumping his last putrid mess of happy meals and Coke in the toilet instead of his diaper this time.

The device slips from his tiny hands into the foul cesspool which is a mirror image of his soul. He stands up, turns around, trips over the trousers around his ankles, hits his head against the rim of the golden toilet, then drowns in his own shit.

thanks to modern medicine, of which he has the very finest.

And he will slip further and further into his own demented world, constantly awash in anger, looking for revenge, instead of enjoying the fruits of his ill-gotten gains. He'll be yelling at shadows and figments, when the meds wear off. And eventually, that is how he will die -- alone in his own angry world.

He is a prime candidate for rapid downhill course.