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The countdown is no longer days; it's hours. Early Wednesday morning the worst president in the history of the United States will depart Washington D.C. humiliated. The vice president and the most prominent Republican dignitaries will skip his farewell. They will be attending Joe Biden's inauguration. They want to be part of the action for the next four years. Trump is no longer a player.

He is like a pitcher who has been yanked from the game and sent to the showers. In his locker he discovers a bus ticket that has exiled him to the minors in a bush-league Florida town. He will find himself sitting in a dugout pondering all those curves he left hanging that culminated in his degrading departure from the big leagues. He is living a former star's greatest nightmare: He is a has-been.
Was there ever a more mortifying closing performance!?!? COVID defeated him. With more than 400,000 deaths in one year, Trump never took the pandemic seriously. He said that it would disappear miraculously. Instead, he has disappeared thankfully. He refused to lead, rejecting masks, social distancing and avoiding large crowds as misplaced political priorities.
COVID was part of his losing streak as he finished his final season in last place. He lost the presidency and the Senate and he couldn't win back the House. He should have been convicted for abuse of power when he attempted to intimidate the Georgia Secretary of State into finding him 12,000 votes to overcome Biden's lead and slip the electoral votes into his column.
After he was impeached a second time, he summoned his hordes of haters to Washington D.C. January 6th, filled them with lies, ordered them to march down Pennsylvania Avenue to the U.S. Capitol Building and demand that Congress stop counting the votes and award him four more years. Five dead were the final nails in Trump's coffin and he was impeached.
His troubles are only beginning. The Senate must decide to convict him or not. As a private individual, he will soon find himself in court defending himself against charges that stretch the entire spectrum from fraud to rape.
As to Trump's Good German Soldiers, diversity has prevailed over ethnic purity. Herr Donald has failed to established a Neo-Nazi nation. There will be no Fourth Reich. The January 6th putsch ended in a bloody disaster. Much like the Mark of Cain, we will be able to recognize these traitors because they will have swastikas branded across their foreheads.
We need a general in this battle to the death against COVID. President Biden will provide us with this leadership. He knows that once COVID is controlled, the economy will flourish. Trump never understood this basic concept. He campaigned for reelection on past glories without comprehending that present miseries would undermine his strategy.
I don't know the extent of joy Abraham Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation brought to the slaves, but I'm feeling liberated after four dark years of seeing our country reduced to one huge plantation ruled by a delusional master. Winter is over. Spring is here. Open the windows and let the curtains billow with a fresh breeze.
And that tweeting will be a cardinal perched on a branch in your backyard singing that a new day has arrived. If Trump has taught us to appreciate anything, he has taught us that silence has never sounded so good.

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