The chicken here is Trump and home is the GOP. They nominated him, they supported him, they made excuses for him knowing full well he was dangerously unfit for the job of president. And now — only now — the handwringing begins.

Republican party officials are in an all out panic over the chaos in the Trump camp and talking about an intervention. One led by Newt Gingrich, himself a legendary fruit loop / bomb-thrower. Brilliant as that idea is, party big shots clearly haven’t been paying attention. Trump doesn’t give a tinker’s damn about Republican strategists. Or the United States. Or any country, person, principle, or thing. Donald Trump is interested in Donald Trump.

And superlatives!!!!!! Tons and heaps of first-rate words like great, best, super, major, ultra, mega; words ending in -est. or bearing the Trump prefix, i.e., Trump Tower,  Trump Hotels, Trump Plaza, Trump National Doral, Trump Productions, ad nauseam. The dude is nothing more than an overwrought cliché. Which reminds me, what’s with the straining? Is he constipated?

Finally, and to my very great relief, indicators suggest Trump is tanking. Badly. Foot traffic at his hotels, casinos, and golf courses in the U.S. has plummeted during his campaign. Mostly thanks to women, whose share fell an eye-popping 26% year-over-year between July 2015 and July 2016.

Even better news? Trump is already setting the stage for his eventual loss, saying the election is rigged. And it is. It’s rigged in favor of qualified, rational, humane, tactful grown-ups.

Oh, how I wish one was running in this election.

You know what the most sobering aspect of the 2016 presidential campaign has been? Watching the Republican establishment throw their own goddamn country under the bus in a heedless bid to regain power. They should be tried for treason — every last one.

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