That’s right, Mr. Donald J. Trump. It was and still is all about you. Don’t be too anxious to announce your candidacy for the presidency in 2024. Your party does not want you to run; does not need your help and wishes that you would just go away.
Your pre-election rallies in which you led Republican voters to believe you were truly interested in boosting support for your party’s nominees were predictably, relentlessly and boringly focused only on yourself and your big lies about the stolen 2020 election against all the absence of proof of your lies. Post election investigations and audits have never confirmed your outright bullshit claims.
You have been the biggest mouth and the grandest liar of an entire pool hall choir where you sang your song and for awhile scrambled your gullibles.
Donald, your narcissism is your trademark and it was your narcissism and not your high hopes for your future that the midterm elections were all about. Certainly it was not about your dumb ass lack of ability to pick good candidates. Almost the entirety of those you chose who lost their bids after they had sipped a lot of your koolaid and had cast doubt on or outright denied the legitimacy of the 2020 election.
So a silent majority, to quote the old phrase, got up of it’s duff and proceeded to give the nation a mid-term house cleaning that your Republican Party had made certain was needed.
For the next two years you will have a looming presence over the political strategies and fortunes of the party you took over and then strangled. Your own party is fully aware that right now you repel silent voters who decide elections. This is a sinking ship you cannot float to safer waters. You are the overweight lump of anchor dragging the party down.
None of us are waiting with bated breath.
It might be too late for your party to drain the swamp you only made slimier over the course of your 4-year disaster as president.
You have no credibility. But if you must make a fool of yourself, quickly announce your 2024 candidacy, ride your golden escalator one more time down to the floor of one of your tarnished gold palaces.
We’ll be yawning.