It might continue to be a fight with groundless cases brought forward to delay the inevitable, or maybe he’ll pick up his toys, arrange whatever ill-begotten pardons he intends, wrap up whatever mass shredding exercise is going on, and start his next adventure.
Somewhere.
Yeah. We’ll see.
There is a temptation to celebrate, to put this chapter behind us with relief, to lay our hopes in a bright future and congratulate ourselves on disasters averted, to mock those who feel this as a loss as they actively mocked those of us who grieved in 2016.*
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