This was the victory speech that he'll be reprising in January 2021.
If you're an idiot Never-Trumper from either party, let me be the first to tell you:
Yes, you should go home and kill yourself now. It's for the best.
No one will miss you. Trust me.
And it's not getting any better for you until 2025.
Beat the rush.
Meanwhile, after Mueller looked like Doddering Senile Grandpa, with no idea what he was supposed to be doing, and no idea what was in his report, President Trump walks out, and off the cuff, delivers an impromptu press conference for the ages.
There are words for this.
The Twenty-two Leftard wannabes for 2020, on their best days, look like the retarded, paint-chip-eating version of The Brady Bunch. Amidst a long cross-country trip in a hot station wagon. After at least half of them have already peed their pants.
(Side note: Kamala Harris said the other day she wants to federally decriminalize pot, nationwide, because 44% of the states have already. I think that when anybody's drug policy is echoed and endorsed by Senator Kneepads, it's past time to seriously re-think your position. "If everyone else was jumping off a cliff, etc. etc.... ". But it's a tacit acknowledgement that only a nation of stoners could deliver a Dumbocrat victory in 2020.)
With any luck, Fat Bill and Shrillary go down to their bunker, eat their cyanide capsules, and a bullet, simultaneously, as a favor to the country.
But seeing their family crime enterprise finally unraveled now, complete with dragging them out by the heels still kicking and sobbing, would be the cherry on this cake.
Now, please, O please, let the Dork Squad go on TheSpew, or on Rachel Madcow's cable access show, and try to make political hay out of yesterday's Leftard debacle.