NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP....

Thank God for Depends. Trump is so frightened about the upcoming election he is more than likely wetting his pants several times a day. He isn't even strong enough to disguise his fear. It's there on display for everyone to see. He is behaving in his usual 6-year-old manner, attacking his perceived enemies, whining about the post office, vilifying Democrats, doing everything but stamping his feet (which he probably does in privacy). And this fear is taking its toll. He looks terrible these days. He's more orange than ever. He looks like Mr. Potato Head. His fish eyes seem to dart around even more suspiciously in his mottled face. He seems to have added some girth to his already girthy body. And one wonders if he will just wander off the White House grounds in a state of muttered delirium. He must be very upset about the clockwork perfection of the Democratic National Convention with its many actual celebrities, ex Republicans, and lack of anger, bitching, and woe is meism. You have to feel sorry for the old bastard. It's not easy to be a dictator in the United States of America.