The fact is that Trump is too lazy to actually form a political party that will make a significant difference to the politics of the USA. The last time that happened was when the Republican Party was formed in response to the issue of slavery. There’s nothing nowadays that compares to the issue of slavery, because slavery was real and Q is not.
I mean, I guess you could start a political party and call yourself the Patriot Party if you defined patriotism as an inchoate hatred of anyone who is smarter and/or browner than you and your hunting buddies, and also possessing a set of grooming habits and personality traits that mean you guys only sporadically get laid, if at all.
Not everybody is going to sign up for that definition of patriotism, but, more importantly, no one is going to be paying attention to Trump two years from now. First off, he doesn’t have Twitter. Already his threats are muffled, mere swamp gas rising from Florida’s (The Pond Scum State) marshes. He’s going to be broke. His convictions in a couple states and the federal courts are going to be on appeal, probably until he’s dead, so all those Facebook memes where he’s in prison orange are a waste of time, although I enjoy them as much as anybody else.
Mostly, though, the Secret Service isn’t going to be able to keep him from giving up that DNA sample that will prove he raped E. Jean Carroll back in the 90’s. There’s no doubt he did this, since giving up the DNA would prove his innocence, and since he doesn’t want to, he’s guilty.
Of course, some rabid Trumpworlders would say that sperm stain doesn’t prove he’s guilty of raping someone in a coat closet, that he could just have been exercising his Constitutional right to pleasure himself in a coat closet, and E. Jean Carroll just got in his way.
Trump, of course, will not be embarrassed by being proved a rapist. He will be more embarrassed by the fact that E. Jean Carroll doesn’t look quite as sweet as she did 25 years ago, which none of us does, except Jennifer Anniston, including Trump. So, he’ll continue to claim couldn’t have raped anybody he doesn’t currently find attractive. This is what veteran criminal attorneys call the “I’m lower than centipede shit” defense.
He’ll continue to deny it, claiming, as he does now, the Ms. Carroll is “not my type,” and that she planted his wad on her dress, having obtained his sperm off a coffee table or something.
Whatever, but if at future Trump rallies, “Lock her up!” is replaced by “She’s not his type!” they’re bound to be a little less inspirational. People will wander away listlessly, thinking things like, “I voted for the guy twice. Why don’t I have a closet big enough to have sex in?”
Or, “Really? A coffee table?”