When I read trump's expose of his impending doom

[cachukis]

I had a warm feeling descend through my body.

One has to reach bottom to recognize peril.

Surely, he will maintain his innocence and commandeer the awaiting flotilla of flotsam, but he knows he has reached predicament. There is no escape, only a management at best, of an unworthy credential.

I do not wish for a Cerseilian parade. It would be best to offer a Lincoln magnanimy to those willing to experience a cathartic shedding of falsehoods that kept them from smiling at their fellow Americans.

Even if he prolongs his reckoning, he is done.

We have newer battles to fight. Let us attend to them.

[Rachel M at 6 pm]

1. "and commandeer the awaiting flotilla of flotsam"

That's good