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MAGA after Trump - What happens after Trump is dead ?

I'm hoping his followers will commit mass suicide so they can join him on the mothership to heaven.
Perhaps some of the leading lights of MAGA could be persuaded to get a head-start on this, starting now, to prepare the way for His Orangeness to ascend the heavenly starship throne.
 
I am curious about what will happen with is assets. That might be a reflection of the MAGA world in a microcosm.
 
Too deep. Any government based on a charismatic returns to normal when the force of nature kicks off. Rare is the next in line even remotely to the same level.

Ironically he may hold power and cachet if he survives the full term as many will listen for voting still thereafter, even if all other politicians are eager to return to status quo anti.

It's also precarious, as if he croaks in office, a sizeable fraction will ever think it is murder.

"No they won't!"

Just like the Epstein stuff, eh?
 
I expect any mausoleum for Trump will be sprayed with a huge variety of fluids besides just paint.


eta: Not to mention semi-solids.

eta2: Did you know that if you eat a lot of Froot Loops your poo can turn a very bright green? It's something about the food coloring used. Just an FYI.

Eating beetroot when it's not something you normally eat, especially if it's in something like a wrap and you don't realise you've eaten it, can be very worrying the next day.
 
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Trumpymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
No thing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
 

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