The Emperor Has No Immunity

The empire is broken, and the emperor entertaining himself in his nightly briefings has no immunity. If ever a ghost rides to shoot, it has no better retreat. He is a hollow man, head stuffed with delusion walking on broken glass, his deliberate disguises, tasteless gibberish, vindictiveness and obfuscations, misbehaving before the world, show he's a fading star of a new reality show the great decline of American empire -- promised greatness and delivered a twilight republic upon the shoulders of his eccentric idiocy, no great communicator rising to occasion, only an empty man whose end shall come with a whimper and not a bang.