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Mort Heinman stopped at the Palm Lounge for a beer. It was raining, hurricanes, tropical storms and depressions keeping the September skies gray and the summer sun sentenced to autumn. Maclovio O'Malley was sitting at the bar nursing a beer and watching a Super Bowl rerun from 20 or 30 years ago.

"In your opinion what is Trump's goal?" asked Mort.

"Now that he's hit 200,000 Coronavirus dead?"

"Yeah. You don't think he's trying to match Hitler, do you?"

"Do you think that Joe DiMaggio's 56-straight-game hitting streak will be broken?"

"No."

"There are some records that aren't meant to be broken. Thank God."

"But you know that everything about Trump is numbers. What do you think is his objective?''

"He wants to hit a million."

"A million!" gasped Mort. "Is that possible?"

"Why do you think he wants to win reelection? If he has achieved 200,000 in six months, one million over four years will be a slam-dunk for him. He wants to go down in the books as a superstar president a la Michael Jordan or Lebron James."

"I have pulled out my hair trying to find the answer to the fact that he can break every rule in the book, but his followers believe that he is playing fair-and-square and that he's not cheating. He protects himself with one lie after another. I have never been more frustrated in my life explaining this absurdity."

"I can't comprehend the Trump phenomenon either. Is there that much hate for others in our country? Is there that much fear that Trump can exploit it and blame all our problems on Biden even though it's happening under Trump's watch? It's surrealistic."

"I can't find the words anymore to solve this absurdity. I imagine that I'm at home with my family and a gang of Neo-Nazis breaks down my door. They tie me up and then march my wife and children in front of me. They are going to kill them to teach me a lesson for being a liberal thinker. I can't believe my own eyes and there's no convincing them with words when they start putting a bullet in the heads of my wife and children one-by-one and I'm witnessing this blood-curdling scene in front of me. With my family lying dead, they march out of my home knowing that they are operating with complete freedom because only power counts and there are no laws."

"I understand your pain, but I haven't succumbed to your paranoia, yet. The system prevails in the end and if we have survived four years of Trump, we can survive four more.

"You're wrong, bro," said Mort. "Maybe you can, but I can't. He is so evil. I feel like my existence is a living nightmare. He has more than 60 million followers and hundreds of politicians more than happy to do his bidding. Is Biden going to pull this out or not? Or will we all be dead from COVID and it won't make any difference?"

"I did a column on the electoral college numbers by coincidence today. I'm like Trump in that I like numbers, but I like numbers because I was raised in this business via the sports desk. I have Biden up on Trump about 240 to 200 and you need 270 to win. The most important toss-up states are Florida, Arizona, North Carolina, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin. Biden has small leads in most of them. If the election were held today, we would probably win, but there are unexpected factors that can change the outcome."

"Like the death of Supreme Court Ruth Bader Ginsburg?"

"You got it, mi amigo."

"Who does her death help and hurt?"

"It will solidified behind Trump any wayward Religious Right faithful and it will sway moderate women to Biden who don't want the government dictating decisions regarding their bodies. It may be six to one-half dozen of the other in terms of a game-changer."

"What do you believe in your heart?"

"Never prognosticate with your heart. It undermines your objectivity. Looking into my brain, I feel that the majority of Americans have had it with this piece of shit; decency counts for something. And 200,000 dead Americans, millions of jobs lost and civil unrest speak to his gross incompetence. My brain tells me to bet on Biden. I have this feeling that there is such an odium for this bastard that the dying will crawl to the polls to vote him out."

"And the Cowboys?"

"They epitomize the consistency of inconsistency. Until they prove differently, they cannot escape their mediocrity. We need new leadership in the country and the Cowboys need new leadership in the front office. Jerry Jones should sell the team to Elon Musk. Dallas is too predictable. The team requires somebody who thinks outside the box."

"Ready for another one?"

"I'm ready for a bucket. I ain't gonna be doing any fucking tonight, so I might as well get drunk."

"Sounds like a plan to me. The wife lets me fuck her once a month and we did it last week."

"We can take some solace in knowing you're getting more pussy from your old lady than Trump is getting from Melania."

"I'll drink to that!"  

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