........enough rope has been given and the metaphorical noose has tightened around Trump's feeble throat as it bears the full weight of a dying political carcass of useless, dying blubber. All we will see from this point on is his writhing at the end of the rope as the remaining political life is sapped out of his decadent pathetically writhing political biomass.
Not Trumpism but Trump himself is toast. He has defiled sacred ground and the vast majority of the population are turning in disgust. There is a mass realization and dismay reverberating through a shocked and traumatised body politic. The remaining few who are blinded by their own duplicity are caught, like rabbits in the spotlight, unsure of their next impulsive move while distancing themselves from Trump's magnum opus of January 6th.