Trumping Up

 LORD WILLING, and the Covid don't rise, President Trump, with any luck and assuming he fails to talk his medical staff into injecting bleach cleaner, Lysol, hydroxychloroquine, and some other snake oilish voodoo right wing conspiratorial remedy into his elderly self, should be up, running, back on his energetic golf game, his same old, feisty, vile, vicious, hateful prevaricating self in no time. then, he can expect, with and luck and by avoiding his own medical advice, expect to live...what..another ten or fifteen years, but no more, obese that he be? He'll live precisely long enough to watch the first returns come in on his presidency, as assiduous scholars, historians, and researchers  sift and fine comb through every nook, cranny, and moment of his, to say the very least, dubiously controversial time in office, whether it eventuates as two terms, or the far more seemingly likely, at this point, one.  It, all of it, will come out, and be put on display within his lifetime, assuming he has much time left. And the reviews will not be good, and the long ranges analysis, which will synthesize and emerge historiographically over the next fifty, hundred, two hundred years, will, it says here, be even less kind. History, in a nutshell, will not take kindly to Trump, seeing as how it will not, like his horse blindered supporters, omit mention or memory of the Mueller report, the impeachment, the financial and emolument shenanigans. , the climate change denial and resulting exacerbation, the carefully planned and executed dividing of American society along racial lines, the vicious, hateful, vile rhetoric, the constant parade of lies like a dog asleep for days, and all the rest, too numerous to adequately enumerate here. What then, does he have to live for, other than academic, censure by all intelligently concerned, half a billion dollars of debt which he may or may not be able to discharge, the consequences, belatedly, of years of tax scrutiny by the feds, unlimited ligation, by him, and against him, possible criminal prosecution and and incarceration of him, all conspiring to force Mr. Trump into a cocoonish protective bubble of sycophantic hangers on, as he hides, as always, from reality, perhaps in front of the camera of another reality TV show, which might be the only way for him to salvage some remote semblance of his accustomed lifestyle and wealth, just as "The Apprentice" bailed his ass out in the recent past. Knowing Trump, he probably finds the prospect of all that strangely exciting, worth living for, notwithstanding the obvious fact that no intelligent sane person would or could. If, heaven forbid, he worsens in the hospital, and covid 19 suddenly lunges forth and takes him to meet his maker, as it has so many others, Donald Trump might just be getting off easy, although he would never know it, dead or alive.