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The House of Trump is falling, but the cornered rats have no place to go so they haven't jumped ship.

Donald Trump has lost his mind. Has he lost touch with reality? He calls the Georgia Secretary of State and tells him to "recalculate" the election results by finding thousands of votes for him to flip the state against Joe Biden, The Secretary of State, burned by Trump previously, records the conversation. The Doubting Thomases discover that Trump isn't their savior after all. Strike one!

He flies to Georgia Monday night to campaign for the two Senate candidates with the Republicans holding a precarious 50-48 advantage against the Democrats. Instead of endorsing his fellow Republicans, he whines as he has been whining non-stop for eight weeks that the election was stolen from him when in his own mind he won in a landslide. Trump has never been good with numbers. The next day his two stooges are defeated and the Democrats now control the Senate with Vice President Kamala Harris holding the tie-breaking vote. Strike two!

Wednesday morning he appeals before thousands of his supporters to protest the certification of Biden and Harris for president and vice president. Once again, it's another encore performance with Trump weeping about his stolen presidency. He directs his hooligans to walk down Pennsylvania Avenue to voice their concerns. Typical racists and rednecks in their attire and attitudes, they charge the U.S. Capitol building. It is a scene out of a South American movie featuring a coup. Strike three!

But he hasn't struck out nor will he concede that he has struck out. As aficionados who are disconcerted  that Trump doesn't play by the rules, we have no other choice but to expand the rules. We can only add more strikes to his count.

He has been protesting to Vice President Mike Pence that the VP has the legal authority to dismiss electoral votes. Trump argues that this authority is hidden in the small print somewhere in the Constitution. The pensive Pence takes out his glasses and reads the Constitution which he keeps folded inside his bible. After a thorough perusal, Pence concludes that he doesn't have the legal right to execute Trump's orders and rejects his boss's bullying. Strike Four!

At the end of the day or tomorrow, depending on the actions of Trump's mob who have reduced their hero's glory to infamy, both the Senate and the  House by large margins will certify that Biden will be inaugurated as the 46th President of the United States on January 20th. Strike Five!

The Trump siblings, no different than their father, have made complete asses out of themselves. Eric Trump told the family's confessor, Fox's Sean Hannity, that every Republican who didn't bend to the will of the president would be "primaried" when they sought reelection. Is there anyone in American who couldn't kick this spoiled brat's butt on the playground? Strike Six!

He's not called Junior for nothing; he's as big a blowhard as his father. Don Jr. taunted the recalcitrant politicians who weren't going to buckle to the old man's demands as being zeroes rather than heroes. The coddled punk has less worth than a hill of beans who farts out of his mouth. Strike Seven!

Ivanka, whose father claims that her tits are better than Melania's, called the trailer trash climbing the Capitol walls in an reenactment of the storming of the Bastille "patriots" as they ransacked Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi's office while breaking windows and turning over furniture in a riot that has reportedly left several dead and injured. Strike Eight!

A cat has nine lives. How many strikes does Trump get? His critics argue that he has nine strikes; losing the presidency was his first swing and miss. Two weeks from today he won't be making any more appearances at the plate. Nobody doubts he will be making many appearances in court. The electorate has ejected him. Trump, like a man with a limp dick, will be slumped over dragging his bat behind him as he exits the playing field and disappears into the night, never revered, always reviled.

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