The Glorious End Of Donald Trump
People seem Hell bent on ridding the country of Trump and his ilk. Hope springs eternal.
The golden escalator has become a garbage chute.
That’s what I kept thinking as the returns rolled in Tuesday night, each Democratic victory another bag of trash landing on Donald Trump’s gold-plated presidency.. From the marquee governors’ races in Virginia and New Jersey, where Democrats significantly outperformed 2024 presidential election margins, to less-closely-watched races like the Virginia House of Delegates, the state supreme court in Pennsylvania and even Georgia Public Service Commission, Democrats dominated up and down the ballot.
Poor Donald. There he sits in his banged up bunker—sorry, the White House—during the government shutdown he orchestrated, watching his movement crumble faster than his cognitive abilities at a press conference. The man who promised to make America great has instead made it ungovernable, unaffordable, and unbearable.
The irony is so thick you could serve it at Mar-a-Lago with a side of ketchup-drenched steak. Exit polls found that in all four major contests—the governors’ races in Virginia and New Jersey, the New York mayor’s race and the Proposition 50 battle in California—voters said the economy was the most important issue, and they sided with Democrats overwhelmingly. The self-proclaimed billionaire genius who was going to make everyone rich has instead made them poorer, angrier, and desperate for anyone who isn’t wearing a red hat.
But Donald doesn’t care about the economy anymore. He’s largely ignored the cost of living crisis, saying he always felt immigration was more motivating. Of course he does. When you’re a malignant narcissist with authoritarian dreams, it’s so much easier to blame brown people than to actually govern. Why solve problems when you can stoke racial hatred? It worked for Hitler—until it didn’t.
The suburban moms have had enough of the madness. Abigail Spanberger and Mikie Sherrill, both moderates, won the governorships of New Jersey and Virginia by commanding leads, delivering what amounts to a restraining order from respectable America. Both successfully tied their opponents to Trump, harnessing frustration among Democratic and independent voters over his chaotic nine months in office.
Nine months! That’s all it took for buyer’s remorse to set in. Like a bad pregnancy, America can’t wait to deliver itself from this mistake.
“We sent a message to the world that in 2025 Virginia chose pragmatism over partisanship,” Spanberger declared in her victory speech. “We chose our Commonwealth over chaos.” Chaos—such a polite word for what Trump has wrought. I prefer “American carnage,” the phrase he accidentally got right in his first inaugural address, not realizing he was prophesying his own presidency.
The numbers are brutal enough to make even Kellyanne Conway run out of alternative facts. Independents made up a third of the electorate in Virginia, and Spanberger won those voters by 19 points. In New Jersey, independents made up 31% and went for Sherrill by 13 points. These aren’t voters; they’re survivors, fleeing the MAGA Titanic as it sinks into an ocean of its own delusions.
And oh, the Latino voters—remember them? Trump’s campaign genuises thought they’d locked up the Latino vote forever after 2024. But Spanberger and Sherrill both won Latinos by 2-to-1 margins. In New Jersey’s Passaic County, nearly half Latino and won by Trump just a year ago, Sherrill triumphed by 15 points.
Turns out that terrorizing communities with ICE raids, separating families, and having your supporters chant “build the wall” isn’t a winning strategy with Latino voters. Who could have predicted that? Anyone with a functioning brain—which excludes most of Trump’s inner circle and apparently all of his base.
Latino leaders, including in the Republican Party, have voiced concerns about Trump’s approach to immigration—casting a far-wider net than just hardened criminals. But Trump doesn’t do nuance. He does demagoguery, and now he’s learning that demagoguery has a shelf life shorter than his attention span.
Meanwhile, in New York City, something happened. Zohran Mamdani, the 34-year-old Democratic socialist who won the mayoral race, is set to become the youngest New York City mayor in more than a century and the first Muslim to serve in that office. A young, Muslim socialist—it’s like Trump’s nightmare came to life and won an election.
Mamdani’s victory speech was bold and defiant, even beginning by quoting Eugene Debs. Speaking directly to Trump, he urged him to “turn the volume up” before lambasting him over income inequality, union rights and his view of immigrants. While Fox News predictably melted down, calling him “Commie” Mamdani, the rest of us watched a new generation of Democrats show what actual populism looks like—not the fake, gold-plated version Trump peddles to his marks.
Mamdani crushed Andrew Cuomo, whom Trump had endorsed, proving that Trump’s endorsement is now about as valuable as a degree from Trump University. Remember Trump University? The fraud that cost him $25 million in settlements? Everything this man touches turns to scandal, including American democracy.
Then there’s Robert F. Kennedy Jr., the brain-wormed conspiracy theorist Trump elevated to make America “healthy” again. The man whose anti-vaccine crusade is literally killing children was supposed to be Trump’s secret weapon. Instead, he’s become another embarrassment in an administration that collects them like baseball cards. Tuesday’s voters made clear they prefer their medical advice from actual doctors, not from someone whose own family considers him a dangerous crank.
Speaking of dangerous cranks, where was J.D. Vance on Tuesday night? Trump’s creepy Mini-Me, with his bizarre obsession with childless women and his techno-authoritarian fantasies, must be watching his political future evaporate like Trump’s hairspray in a windstorm. Vance represents the next generation of MAGA—somehow even weirder and more detached from normal human experience than Trump himself. If Trump is the crazy uncle, Vance is the nephew who brings his manifesto to Thanksgiving.
NBC News exit polls found that roughly 40% of respondents in New Jersey and Virginia said their vote was to oppose Trump; just 13% and 15%, respectively, said their vote was in support of the president. These aren’t approval ratings; they’re a verdict. America has tried the Trump experiment twice now, and both times it’s ended the same way: with voters desperately trying to fumigate the stench from our democracy.
The California coup de grâce was particularly elegant. Voters approved Proposition 50, allowing Democrats to redraw congressional maps to add as many as five Democratic seats, countering Republican gerrymandering efforts in other states. Gavin Newsom, hair perfectly coiffed even in victory, successfully made it a proxy fight with Trump, convincing California Democrats that this was necessary to counterbalance Trump’s demands on red states like Texas to squeeze out more Republican congressional districts.
Newsom called Trump “historically unpopular,” noting that he “promised to make us healthier and wealthier,” but “we’re sicker and poorer”. Sicker and poorer—if Trump were capable of shame, that would be his epitaph. But shame requires self-awareness, and Trump has less self-awareness than a goldfish—and worse memory, judging by his recent press conferences where he confuses names, dates, and occasionally what country he’s in.
The MAGA cultists must be so confused right now. They’ve given everything to their orange idol—their dignity, their relationships, their grip on reality—and what do they have to show for it? A government shutdown, economic chaos, international embarrassment, and election defeats from sea to shining sea. They wrapped themselves in flags and red hats, screamed about making America great, and ended up making it a laughingstock.
In interviews at Virginia polling stations, voters cited Trump’s efforts to deport immigrants and impose costly tariffs on imports, the legality of which is being weighed by the Supreme Court, as factors in their decisions. Even Trump’s hand-picked Supreme Court can’t stomach all of his lawlessness. When you’ve lost Brett Kavanaugh—Brett “I Like Beer” Kavanaugh—you know you’ve gone too far.
The shutdown, now tied for the longest in American history, is the perfect metaphor for Trump’s presidency: a self-inflicted wound that hurts everyone except the wealthy, born of pettiness and sustained by stupidity. Federal workers haven’t seen paychecks in two months because this seventy-something toddler didn’t get his way. It’s not governance; it’s a hostage situation, and America is negotiating with a terrorist who happens to have the nuclear codes.
But here’s what Trump and his dwindling band of sycophants don’t understand: America has seen this movie before. We know how it ends. The first time was tragedy; this time it’s farce. The strongman act doesn’t work when everyone can see you’re weak, confused, and desperate. The populist pose doesn’t sell when you’re governing for billionaires. The outsider shtick is laughable when you’re the incumbent president.
Tuesday wasn’t just a defeat for Trump; it was a repudiation of everything he represents. The cruelty, the chaos, the corruption, the cognitive decline—all of it was on the ballot, and all of it lost. From Virginia’s suburbs to New York’s boroughs, from New Jersey’s diners to California’s tech campuses, Americans delivered a simple message: We’re done with this madness.
The best part? Trump did this to himself. He could have governed normally, or at least pretended to. He could have focused on the economy instead of his enemies list. He could have acted like a president instead of a mob boss having a nervous breakdown. But that would have required him to be someone he’s not: a functioning adult.
So here we are, watching the MAGA movement eat itself alive while its leader tweets from his bunker, confusing his legal problems with his political problems, his delusions with reality, his past with his present. The escalator that brought him down to that announcement in 2015 has become a treadmill to nowhere, and he’s too tired, too confused, and too proud to get off.
The countdown has begun. Tuesday was just the beginning. The investigations are accelerating, the prosecutions are coming, and the complete collapse of Trumpism is inevitable. When future historians write about this period, they’ll mark November 4, 2025, as the day America finally said “enough”—not with violence or revolution, but with something Trump fears more than prison: votes.
The golden escalator has become a garbage chute, and Trump is riding it all the way down, red hat and all, into the dustbin of history where he belongs.
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I didn't think it would be possible for MAGA to see the light and thought for sure we'd be in a civil war, but truth prevailed.
I wouldn't call RFK Jr a brain-wormed conspiracy theorist, he uses data quite effectively here: https://thescamdoctor.substack.com/p/how-to-cherry-pick-data-to-scam-people?r=6hgshq