And Governor Dumpster Fire bites the dust, proving once again that as a political prognosticator, I make a pretty good floor wax.
With that in mind, I might as well let my freak flag fly:
Maybe I'm just die-hard and stubborn, but I can't stop thinking this isn't the end of it. With very small (and fading fast) hopes that Trump won't get the nomination, and knowing pretty well what a monumental cluster fuck is brewing if he does, the GOP has to be scrambling behind the scenes to bring in a ringer.
And there seems to be way too many giddy Dems wandering around thinking the dissolution of the GOP isn't at least potentially a catastrophic systems-level failure. With so many Repubs in charge of state and local governments, a thorough fracturing and break up of an entire political party could easily spell even bigger trouble for our little experiment in self-government. We ain't seen nothin' yet, kids.
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