Old Soviet joke: Man walks up to a newspaper kiosk every day and scans the front page, then shakes his head and walks away. One day, the vendor asks, “What are you looking for every day?”
“An obituary,” the man says.
“But those are in the back of the paper.”
“Comrade, not the one I’m looking for.”
Yeah, but that's gonna happen eventually no matter when or how Trump finally dies. Like, there's not really a way to stop them from going insane when their starting position is already crazy, and the only condition of their relative stability is an unhealthy nearly 80 year old man staying alive.
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“An obituary,” the man says.
“But those are in the back of the paper.”
“Comrade, not the one I’m looking for.”