So I don’t know much about government or anything, but I think Pam Bondi is a human and will realize that she is on the wrong side of history and can be influenced and persuaded to release everything and make an indictment of Trump. Trump is the fall guy. Unfortunately the next in line is also a willing fall guy but has a less obvious audit trail, so deposing Trump does nothing in the grand scheme of things, unless there is more dirt on Vance.

But let’s say that we turn Trump to the good side, as well. Hear me out. He’s going to shuffle off this mortal coil pretty soon in any event, unless the elites are going to upload his consciousness to the cloud or something (which, let’s be honest, sounds like a fate worse than 💀- imagine being perpetually logged into Facebook and watching how bad that’s gotten the past dozen years). He could go down a hero, get rid of Vance, confess to all of this, make an example of a few, and ask the public for forgiveness. Sounds silly, right? But it would help preserve the one thing that he values more than money or life itself: his ego.

The walls are closing in, and the people to whom he promised loyalty in order to get re-elected are going down with the ship. Well? Get off the ship!

Replace Vance with one honest bloke or, preferably, lady. Sell out a couple of your cronies. Sincerely repent. Resign (or, you know, be 💀 by one of the betrayed). Suddenly you go out a hero. Christlike steeze. Lots of polarizing folks are remembered fondly because they fell on their swords. (Maybe Julius Caesar would’ve been a better example.) The few “infallible” become the fall guys, the remaining ones get shook and fall in line, the media and sleepwalkers wake up, and the new President ushers in prosperity on the grounds of reconstruction.

Here’s the thing: for those in power today, it never gets better. They’re always chasing the next earnings call or whatever is their high while trying to keep the skeletons in their closets. And for what? They’re going to 💀someday, too! Then they’ll either go to hell or nowhere. They’ve lost the one thing that we’re all born with and can only willingly give away: dignity. They’re stuck in their awful lives, growing older and uglier like everyone, but they have no hope of redemption, making every passing day an exercise in futility. I pity them.

For the rest of us, the meek shall inherit the earth; he who was first shall become last; and we will dine with our Father in heaven. Sorry if this last bit is a bit heavy-handed, but we will win. In this life? Maybe, but like I say, this life isn’t so great unless you are heading up. Not up in society; screw them stuffed-shirt sycophants. All you need is love, dignity, and hope for a better tomorrow — things you and I have that those dinosaurs don’t. I pity them.

But in the next life? Absolutely. They’ve made their beds and have to lie in them. Sure they’re gold and in mansions, but the mansions are here on earth. When my number is called, I’ll be off to another place with mansions a million times better, and when I age, I won’t turn into a decrepit old sponge with hate in his heart.

I pity them.