Donald Trump is going down, as anyone with at least two functioning brain cells has figured out by now. Sweet little Dory from "Finding Nemo" should see the great orange blunder drop by as he sinks like a stone. The Donald is going down, dragged to the murky depths by decades of slimy business and personal practices, including close encounters with a series of painted ladies, and not a Mona Lisa among them (word play confuses Trumpers and Trumpettes like you would not believe, so I have fun with that whenever I can).
Donald Trump (con man, clown, sexual creep and crass to the bitter end) is going down in an angry blaze of cruelty, cowardice and incompetence. His fall is already in progress and features one lame liar after another with a high priced attorney leading the way and the attorney has attorney's, too (and sometimes even 3) and everyone is smiling. With all those pearly whites on display you could be forgiven for thinking these were group pictures from an annual dental convention in Cleveland (implant seminar starts at noon).
As I said before (with my usual grace and charm) the Donald is going down. If I could choose a cheap, convenient end for this out of control tweet freak, falling from the top of his own ego would do the trick. Not quite Penn and Teller, Vegas style, but still (there I go with word play again). Of course, mister cheeseburgers for a late night snack might just bounce on impact and roll under the bushes in the Rose Garden, saved by greasy buns, secret sauce and fast food wrappers (talk about a made for YOUTube moment!).