I can hear the reactions now:

“Are you nuts?” “Do you realize who you’re talking about?” “What in the name of all that’s holy is wrong with you?!!”

Seriously . . . how could I even consider the possibility that anyone in their right mind would ever miss this . . . this . . . this creature after he’s gone?

And you’d have every right to react that way. But let me explain.

The vast majority of people in this country — in fact, in the entire world — will breathe a huge sigh of relief when Donald Trump is at last escorted out of the White House for the final time . . . whether vertically or horizontally, and whether two years from now or sooner.

But think about the mass media. The mainstream press. The independent journalists and bloggers. The late-night talk show hosts and stand-up comedians. What on earth are they going to do for material when they no longer have Trump to kick around? Who else will provide them with such a steady stream of quotable stupidity? This hillbilly stiff? . . .

Or Mr. America? . . .

Hardly. Because once Trump leaves, so will all his sycophants, co-conspirators, and blonde bimbos.

Just imagine a world without a gold-plated White House . . . or, as President Obama called it, Saddam Hussein’s Cheesecake Factory. Or a paved-over Rose Garden . . . a picture of an autopen where Joe Biden’s face belongs . . . a ballroom the size of Rhode Island.

Who else will provide daily offerings of incomprehensible, homophonic, xenophobic, misogynistic word salad, middle-of-the-night social media rants, or a steady stream of reminders of how many wars he’s settled and “IQ” tests he’s aced?

Seriously . . . don’t you think the daily news will be a lot less interesting without all of that? I do.

But on the other hand, I imagine that the myriad of investigations that will undoubtedly follow his departure will provide their own sort of entertainment.

We may even get to see what’s in those Epstein Files after all.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
10/27/26