General Discussion

who has nothing left in his life to live for save attacking and terrorizing people and who, ultimately, will stop at nothing to erase and eliminate not just his actual enemies but anyone who fails to genuflect when he waddles by with a pant load of excrement dripping down his leg and onto his shoes.

But there's good news. He is, after all, 80 years old. I don't know how much longer he has before we can watch there's a State funeral procession down Pennsylvania Avenue-- a well-attended one whose respectful mourning silence will be broken by the sound of a thousand corks popping from a thousand bottles of champagne and cheers breaking out on the avenue and in the bars in D.C. where it will be like St. Paddy's Day, with crowds out the door and people jostling for a view of the TV's behind the bar, hoping that the coffin will fall off the funeral caisson and onto the street, frightening the escorting horses who, restrained by their riders from galloping away in panic, trample the cadaver repeatedly, crushing it beneath their hooves to the horror of none of the celebrants.

What a day that will be indeed! But as Yogi admonished us: it ain't over 'til it's over. Among those who would be his successor there are less charismatic but equally evil people. America, on that day, must not let its guard down when Freedom is so close to being restored here.