I agree entirely. My intuitive reading of the Zeitgeist, for what it's worth, tells me clearly that Trump has met his Waterloo, that the little girl has pointed out clearly that the Emperor has no clothes after all, and that clinging to the collective delusion that he is bedecked in fine apparel will no longer work. Or to continue the analogues, that Humpty Trumpty has had a great fall, and no one will be able to put him together again. That the silly little man behind the curtain of the great snarling balloon-face onstage has been revealed for all to see. I could go on and on, but you get my point. Trump is toast.