Picture Trump walking around in a bath robe, mumbling nonsense with his lawyers claiming he’s too far into dementia to be held accountable.
There was a big mafia don (Vincent “the Chin” Gigante) who walked his Greenwich Village neighborhood in a bathrobe all the time trying to convince the Feds he was just a crazy old man instead of the person in control of a massive criminal enterprise.
The greatest triumph over Trump will be him having to pull off that act, out of his beloved suit and tie, humiliating himself by now professing that he has a terrible memory and can’t really use his huge brain anymore.
But because that’ll so upset his vanity, he’ll wink at people all the time giving away the game.
That’s my end game here.