The Trump fatigue has become so great, though, my belief is that any Democrat of even modest repute might have stepped into the nomination and won. We are tired of his anger and name calling and lying about subjects as mundane as crowd size comparisons between his speeches and those of civil rights leader Martin Luther King. Further, how does he think he can win by calling Kamala Harris a “fucking bitch” while rolling around on a golf cart? As Trump begins to suffer from crowd envy and the huge numbers of people drawn to hear her message of freedom and hope, joy instead of rage, he seems to forget to use his orange face spray and begins to look weary and disaffected. My suspicion is he would drop out if he were not worried about being convicted of his early crimes against the country and thus not being able to pardon himself. His last threat will be to the electoral system that tallies his defeat and he will try to destroy the republic before he goes out the door. There exists, at least for now, a considerable chance he will soon be gone.

And Americans can start working again on their optimism and hope.

American Dreaming