In a way, there are no verdicts, there is no sentence short of an air drop onto a deserted island thousands of miles from the nearest land mass and devoid of trees and vegetation and tools and sustenance, that would suffice as punishment for Donald Trump.
There is a seemingly incalculable toll he has exacted on this nation—in terms of decades of shady business dealings, his sprawling ignorance, the spreading of his poisonous yet somehow vacuous verbiage, his deadly incompetence, the scorched earth manner in which he’s always operated, and the time and energy suck involved in feeding his gigantic ego.
The hopefully diminishing number of faithful will always maintain that he walks on water, but it’s clear the faithful holdouts are out to lunch, too, and it seems more and more are awakening to the fact that he is just another extremely needy, maladjusted individual who has no business being in business or thinking he is POTUS material.
OK, maybe the deserted island is a bit harsh. How about a few years in a cell on Rikers?
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