Somewhere in a secret aerie high above the mean streets, Republican money men are relaxing in their high-backed wing chairs and drawing more easily on their Havanas now that The Donald has been cut down to size.
Ever since the appearance of the long form birth certificate a mere fortnight ago, the sands beneath the golden-domed dilettante’s feet have been melting away. Then came the humiliation in front of the nation’s media at the very hands of his nemesis, the pretender to the throne.
Finally, there was the bin Laden tour de force, which permanently discredited any assertion that the occupant of the White House was incompetent.
What’s a self-respecting egomaniac to do when his numbers suddenly plummet from first to fifth place in the polls? Bow out, of course, and make it look like it was his idea from the beginning. God forbid that he should appear to have been driven out. We’re waiting.
Meanwhile, the abovementioned plutocrats can rid the party they control of its clown-like image and get back to the serious business of afflicting the already-afflicted and comforting the already-comfortable.
Once again, all will be right with the world.