Subject: Tell Us How You Really Feel, Rick
It’s finally happening.

No, not the sweet meteor of death, not the rapture, and not the long-delayed federal raid on the child-sex-trafficking and human-sacrifice dungeon in Mar-a-Lago’s catacombs. (See? Two can play at that game, MAGA.)

But something that, for the first time in a long time, feels like political gravity is remembering to do its damn job. Donald Trump, the screeching orange parasite who first hollowed out and killed the old Republican Party and has been determined to wreck American constitutional government during his second term, is bleeding out in the polls.

And the cause? That festering political necrosis otherwise known as Jeffrey Umbermolestus, a name that’s long been whispered behind Trump’s gold-plated throne but has finally broken through the wall of MAGA denial like Juggernaut on bath salts.

Since the cover-up of the Epstein files began a mere month ago (I know…it seems longer), the air has shifted. You can read it in the data. You can smell it in the flop sweat of the White House’s comms operation. You can see it in the failed social posts, the pointless, ChatGPT-generated trolling responses Karoline Leavitt pukes out in the Brady Press Room every day. You can sense the tension on the Fox set every night as they desperately try to get back to the real issues, like Joe Biden’s autopen and the scourge of trans Wiccan pickleball players in the NCAA...

Rick Wilson