That's the headline I just read.

Could be a hiccup. The Orange Man may well triumph when the whole mess is finally in the book. Maybe it's little more than a head fake. The real story may well be that the madman we saw and heard last night will be with us for another four years. Eight and a half out of every ten of my neighbors want more of him, after all. He's their man.

But just for a moment, let me savor this impossibly delicious irony. The man who did more than any other to claim we're "rounding the curve," even though yesterday's positivity rates soared higher than ever before; the man who pooh-poohed Covid, who told his massive tightly-packed rallies that, come November 4th, the whole blasted thing would simply disappear because from day one it was fabrication of "Fake News"; the man who was far too macho to wear a dang mask; the man who ridiculed, then promised to fire the world's leading expert on the virus; the man who listened to a radiologist's scam on Fox News and hired him on the spot to be his official medical authority; the man who drew thousands together in macho mask-lessness and zilch social distancing; the man who had the virus, kicked it, then acted as if anybody could do the same if they didn't let it "dominate them"; that man, Donald J. Trump, the President of these United States, may well topple off the throne at the hands of the very same disease he claimed didn't matter. 

The hundreds of thousands, even millions of voters whose mailed-in ballots now threaten to bring him down, were sent in before November so that they could avoid, at all costs, the danger of contracting the virus he claimed--and perhaps still does--is little more than a runny nose, "as long as we don't let it dominate us."

Yesterday I interviewed a Navajo woman who lost both her mom and her dad in just a few short days, close enough for there to be a single funeral. She says she knows Covid-19 is real.

Should Biden pull this thing out, the Donald and all his faithful minions may finally have to admit so themselves. 

That's one rich irony. I can't let it pass.