Humpty Trumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Trumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Trumpty together again.
As I was watching the spin doctors fly about in the aftermath of AG William Barr's wretched attempt to support Trumpty as he teetered off the wall, I couldn't help but think about the current reality of this aged nursery rhyme.
Trumpty certainly has had a great fall. The wall upon which he sat, offering the secluded protection he deems his criminally gained wealth should provide him, has collapsed with his great fall.
All the king's horses, those a--es who continue to support him and his stench of existence, will try to put him back together again. But their efforts, like those in the rhyme, will fall short as they, too, will have egg on their face.
All the king's men, like the henchman Barr, will not only be unable to put Trumpty back together again but will, like Trumpty, fall into disgraced public opinion beyond the pale of disgusting disregard.
The true rhyme now offers us reason, reason to leave Trumpty in pieces that will never fit together again in the office of the presidency that he has so dastardly befouled.