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End It Now

Reading the incessant flood of Trump propaganda and sewage about how he’s being cheated out of victory is like being forced to read Mein Kampf over and over and over, knowing it is the ravings of a beloved lunatic and knowing that millions and millions of people are eating up every word.

And the most ironic moment is seeing millions of people waiting on lines to exercise their constitutional right to vote to elect a person who is trying to destroy their constitutional right to vote.

Trump is the proverbial sore that will never heal, with puss flowing freely as the cliffhanger continues and continues and continues and the collective tightness in our chests lingers. He is the court jester who was made the king.

“Robin: Holy hot spot, Batman. What can we do?

Batman: Nothing, Boy Wonder. Nothing but cook.”

So how will the Trump story end? Will it be like the ending to Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece, “The Birds,” where we are left hanging, not knowing where the birds came from, why they did what they did and if they will they return, giving us only a brief moment of peace. Will Trump simply vanish without a trace, leaving us blissful and confused.

Will his story end with the caveat “to be continued” and will the leading villain in the face of Trump be replaced in the next installment by an even more powerful, evil villain, like Rep. Jim Jordan, the Republican from Ohio who once stole an old lady’s shoes.

Or will the story simply be cancelled like “The Apprentice” because people just got sick of it.

Donald Trump was host of The Apprentice for the first 14 seasons even though he had initial reservations, telling the show’s producer Mark Burnett, that reality TV “was for the bottom-feeders of society.” Evidently, Trump got over those concerns because he made tens of millions of dollars after he had been rebranded into the wildly successful tycoon from his former self as a bad businessman who had been bankrupted numerous times and whose business acumen was stinky.

The whole Trumpian phenomenon is just a new twist on The Truman Show, where everything that Trump does is scripted and directed by people in shadows to an unknowing, innocent public that is so hungry to devour the lies, not knowing they are lies.

The problem is that we are not watching a reality show but reality.

Could be that the Pied Piper of Puffery has infected millions with the Truman Show delusion, a syndrome where people believe their lives are reality television shows and where they want desperately to believe in the reality that has been foisted on them. The syndrome can lead people to strange things, like climbing to the top of the Statue of Liberty in hopes of being reunited with a high school sweetheart or even more bizarre, electing a reality show star who has absolutely no right to be president.

As you all are well aware, Trump may be employing the Zeigarnik and Ovsiankina effects for his future resurrection. The Zeigarnik effect is the theory that we remember incomplete tasks easier than we recall finished tasks. The Ovsiankina effect explains the tendency to pick up on interrupted action that has not been achieved, creating a “quasi-need” that foments intrusive thoughts, aimed at taking up the task again. And once again, the mysterious Trumpian connection with the Russians. Hmmm.

So is the madman maneuvering for yet another run at being the faux king? Will his next campaign slogan be “Finish what we started”? Will he rise again from the dustbin of disgust like the phoenix and will he intone, like Gen. Douglas McArthur, who famously let it be known while retreating from the Japanese forces in the Philippines, that “I shall return.”

Will Trump be like Amitabh Bachchan, Vidya Balan, Kangana Ranaut, Nawazuddin Siddiqui and Richa Chadda, those Bollywood actors who soared the heights of Indian cinema after initially falling flat on their faces?

Will Trump return like Colonel Harland Sanders, the founder of Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) restaurants, who failed at everything until at 65, he came up with his famous chicken recipe.

Or will Trump follow Mike Tyson who had it all before he developed a taste for ears? Will he be the reincarnation of Charlie Sheen, that shining movie star who overnight became persona non grata? Or maybe more like Mark “The Bird” Fydrich who had hall of fame written all over him until he fell and was later crushed by a tractor?

I guess we will see, not to say that I want Trump crushed by a tractor just by a metaphorical tractor.