I agree with you here. Trump also knows it which is why he’s always on the attack and always posturing.
I think they will make it work for them, to do otherwise would mean admitting they were wrong, and that’s simply unimaginable.
They wore diapers.
You’re trolling, aren’t you? Even I know that Trump isn’t in the market for a gynecologist.
I don’t know about you but I take comfort from that.
Everyone! Visualize. Manifest. Believe.
I would like to see him run into a tunnell but it turns out it was just painted on a large rock. Bang.
meep meep
Awesome. 
I’d like to see him run.
If he collapsed and died on national TV, I’d bet that every (most? some?) right wing news station, along with his press secretary, would be floating the theory (disguised as ‘fact’)that he was poisoned by the radical left.
Press, within hours of his death: Do you know what caused this?
Press Secretary: We believe he ate or drank something that poisoned him. We’re launching a full investigation into everyone that handled his food and drinks in the 48 hours leading up to his death.
Press: He was in Russia yesterday, could it have happened there?
Press Secretary: We’re exploring everything, but we believe it’s the work of a radical left domestic terrorist.
Press: Is it possible it was a stroke or heart attack due to his age and diet?
Press Secretary: He’s one of the healthiest people in the world, eats better than most and exercises daily.
etc etc etc.
I suppose Vance will have a decision to make. Try to take over as the leader of MAGA, which practically requires lying for the sake of lying or tell the truth (ie ‘he lived on McDonalds and Diet Coke, of course he had a heart attack’) as part of throwing Trump under the bus in order to replace him as part of a MAGA-adjacent movement. I’ve said in the past that, while I know the right will vote right, there were ‘better’ right wing candidates. That is, they could have elected someone just as, if not more, evil than trump, but also not an incompetent, narcissistic moron.
I want death to come at least a decade from now.
It’s the debilitating stroke that I pray hits tomorrow.
The kind that leaves him drooling in a wheelchair, with the posture of a jumbo shrimp, unable to speak, but able to listen to those who judge his legacy.
They can wheel him out at republican functions, whenever there’s a fundraiser to cover legal fees.
At that point, I’m fine if he ends up a centenarian.
Like Hector Salamanca. Essentially locked in, but still able to convey his dissatisfaction and frustration with the people around him that really don’t care. I’d be fine with him being totally aware of everything going on around him, or at least as aware as he currently is, but not being able to do anything beyond move one finger and make this face:
I see 47 in a hospital bed, unable to move or otherwise communicate with anyone else, save through a vocal box that says “Pain” over and over. At least until his nurse comes along and says, “Oh, that won’t do at all.” She then turns down the volume on the box with a, “Isn’t that better, dear?”
“Donny Got His Gun”
Wow. That’s bleak.
I always wonder who notorious misogynists imagine is going to be taking care of them in their helpless old age. Maybe take a look at the gender demographics in geriatric nursing before you very publicly give women as a group very salient reasons to be seriously pissed off at you?
And, very probably, immigrants.
If my hospital experience is anything to go by.
Good point!
I don’t think he has the stamina (or the knowledge) to tap our morse code with his body.
I personally would like to see him in a beep chair. One beep for yes, two beeps for no, and a sign of his undying agony practically plastered onto his face.
