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Succession: Not the TV Drama, the Presidential Horror Show
Our best hope is a Midwestern mummy
A guy I know but won’t name even under threat of deportation back to my home state of Mississippi told me yesterday that he sometimes wishes he could cause President Trump to turn to stone, topple over and crumble just by thinking intensely about it.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I said.
It’s not that I can’t sympathize. My thoughts when confronted with Trump’s belligerence, babble or bilge often run to an old B. Kliban cartoon I love.
I press my thumb and forefinger together and flick, he rockets away like a slippery melon seed. Feels good.
The euphoria is fleeting, however, for I have seen the
PRESIDENTIAL LINE OF SUCCESSION.
It’s scarier right now than anything Stephen King ever wrote. Yes, scarier than Pet Cemetery. Scarier than It.
If Trump were to be impeached again and finally be convicted, if he were to become incapacitated, get whacked with a golf club, or shot, Vice President JD Vance would become President.
Other than Defense Secretary Pete “Signal Chat” Hegseth (who’s 6th in line!), it’s hard to imagine someone less suited to our country’s highest…
