"He's back."

Or so said an ex-cousin-in-law on her FB page. 

No one second-guesses the identity of who was "back." Yesterday was a royal holiday. The king and his mysterious queen were the center of all of the revelry, I'm sure--I didn't watch. It was their day, not mine. The campaign had been hard-fought. In fact, he just about took a bullet, was saved only by the Creator of the Universe for the blessed task of fostering a "golden age" in the country where a slim majority turned out to vote him back into office.

He's back, all right, and people like me, who never once liked the guy nor trusted his use of the Bible he's been selling, it's tough to swallow. 

I was in Heartland Manor, Marcus, Iowa, from September to November. Those first weeks, I remember thinking it was a blessing to be there because when I wasn't getting therapy I could just sit back and watch TV--the whole MSNBC line up, which I did, slavishly--no, joyfully.

But when "He" won, all I watched was Hawkeyes. I couldn't stand to listen to Rachel Maddow, or anyone else on the left. I wasn't angry. I felt like a boxer who'd thrown everything up at the big guy he was fighting, but the big guy wouldn't go down. He'd just come rocking back up, telling amazed Americans that we really need to take the Panama Canal back, invade Greenland, and take down 10,000 wind turbines.  

Trump's most quoted moment happened right here, at my alma mater, when he told a huge audience (85 percent of the county voted for him last round) that  "I could stand in the middle of 5th Avenue and shoot somebody and wouldn't lose any voters, ok? It's, like, incredible."

The first line is the heavyweight, but the second is just as telling, maybe more so than the first: "It's like, incredible." I've said this before, but I think it's worth mentioning again that the Orange Man didn't really understand the power of his own charisma. It was, like,  incredible. He didn't believe it himself.

What I've always thought was that he didn't know the weaponry he carried when he first came down the golden staircase. This Presidential candidate-thing was just another another golf resort that promised good money. 

But once he started, once he began to watch political titan after political titan fall in line with the baloney, he was shocked at his own power. "I could stand. . .it's, like, incredible."

He won, then lost, and honestly couldn't believe it, so he put his trust in his loyal followers to come up with a way of staying in office. Then, one more try, he sent thousands to war at the Capital, to "hang Mike Pence," to stop the government from its mission and duty and give him one more chance to win the thing the way he should have.

And now, "He's back."

And what's going to happen? I'm a Calvinist--I reminded of an old line that fits, attributed to Lord Acton, an old Brit politician. who probably picked it up in various iterations from others. You know it. Everyone knows it: "power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." 

The man has just horsewhipped the worst administration in American history (by his definition), and all the libs, like me, do anything to avoid cable news because the world as we know it is all--every square inch--draped in black. There's no reason to go on. We lost. He's back.

But I'm thinking of Lord Acton because his little line seems way out there, ready to catch some big fat orange fish: "power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely."

I'm saying the King will go down like Lear--he'll just want out. He'll get bored without a real enemy, without "the worst administration in American history," and when he does, he'll twiddle his fingers with things like bitcoin, making billions, like all the retinue of his court. 

Power corrupts, 

but absolute power corrupts absolutely.

He'll still be a hero because he's signed a bill determining that there's only two genders. And now, we can say "Merry Christmas" again. No more DEI bullshit. Millions of criminal aliens will be deported--millions. Gas prices with go down when we "drill, baby, drill." Maybe a buck and a half so that everyone gets to drive more and more and more.

And 85 percent of Christians in the county would still vote for the guy. 

But without an enemy, he'll waste away now, fiddling with all his money.

Think of it!--there's miles of beautiful wasted shoreline in North Korea just waiting to be developed.