A little bit, then all at once...

It's how rich men go broke; how great ships sink; how trains go off the rails.

And how presidencies implode.

Ask Hoover.
Or LBJ.
Or the elder Bush.

President Trump (yet again, not my guy, but better than the alternative...) got elected not as a conservative (indeed, he'd be a Democrat in 47 states, at least) but as a populist.

He's spent nearly 150 days living entirely on the momentum of the power of enough people to put him there, despite the best (and mostly treasonous, for the last five months) efforts of both parties, including the one he nominally leads, to keep him from the job and prevent him from doing it.

He's had some successes.
Emphasis on some.

But his bedrock promises were simple:
Drain the swamp.
Shut down visas for terrorists.
End Obamacare.
Lock her (Shrillary) up.
Build the wall.

He is not only 0 for 5, batting .000 on any of those things, and not merely forfeiting the swing in most cases, but has now, largely because of the drumbeat of opposition from the very people he knew didn't want any of those things to come to pass, completely turned in the other direction.

His loudest cheerleader, one who was laughed at and ridiculed two years ago for predicting his win,

has finally had enough, after the administration recanted their vow to end executive amnesty for hordes of illegal immigrant brats via Obozo's Dream Act, in a series of tweets:

“This daily Trump melodrama is worth it ONLY if he’s really going to build the wall, cut off Muslim refugees and deport illegals,”

“Today’s BORDER WALL CONSTRUCTION UPDATE: Miles completed yesterday–Zero; Miles completed since Inauguration–Zero,” she wrote. “Anyone in a Southwestern state who strolls to the border & drops a brick will have done more to build the wall than @RealDonaldTrump.”

 “If Pence were smart, starting making noises about how he’d LOVE to build a wall,” she wrote. “He’d be sworn in as president about 2 weeks.”

Ouch. That's going to leave a mark.

There are two Trumps: one is the BFYTW (Google it) guy everyone who voted for him was voting for. The guy who'd explain to Congress, especially Democrats, and spineless Republicans (that would be just about all of them) in Congress, "You play ball with me, or you get the bat up your @$$" in his best Queens English. (That would be the NYFC variant, not the one from London.)

Then there is the celebrity apprentice, the guy who wants to grip and grin, shrug, get along with everyone, and let his dopey NYFC socialism sensibilities let him make a deal that screws everybody but him, and call it a victory.

By best reckoning, we've had somewhere between 24 and 242 years (I lose track) of exactly that sack of horse droppings from Washington D.C., thankyouverymuch.

It's fine to ride the skittish horse of populism to the ball, but when the voters who brung you see you dancing with anyone else, expect a pair of hoofprints on your ass in short order.

Trump may see, like Obozo did, what it's like to have your supposedly same-side House and Senate yanked away from you by Year Two.

And VP Pence, at that point, will have all the political cachet of Dan Quayle and Spiro Agnew, combined with the wit and wisdom of Joe Biden. Ain't nothing saves that, come the day.

We'd be looking at a sweep of everything in 3 1/2 years, because Trump is looking like he's about to plant both feet firmly on the banana peel of a one-term presidency marked by grievous missteps.

If this isn't reversed, and drastically, the electorate is going to rear up and deliver the celebrity apprentice the two words such conduct merits:
"You're FIRED!"

If you were planning on as much as 8 years' respite after HopeyDopey to secure your situation and preparations, prudence dictates you focus on a far likelier time span:
about eighteen more months.

And if Wall Street tanks, sooner than that.

Invest your time and assets wisely.