There is a great big Other Elephant in your fantasy play-room there, big guy. His name is Pence, the duly-elected Vice President of the United States, a guy who far better fits the profile you so dismissively and obediently refer to as “white masculinity” or some such throwaway, than this Trump character could ever dream. If, in case you hadn’t read your Constitution, the President is not only impeached but dismissed from office (not the same thing, BTW) , his Vice President takes over the post, not the latest opposition candidate or party. (Duh.)

Your vision of an impeachment is as if this would result in Hillary Clinton getting a call from Congress to say “sorry about that, Madam Almost-President, do ya still want the job…?” Right. And George McGovern succeeded Nixon. Wait… didn’t he?

Meanwhile, back on Planet Earth, this big red blotch (which you no doubt think of urbanely as “flyover country”, given your excruciating knowitall tone which utterly betrays your absolute ignorance of rural America), would find a President Pence just dandy, thank you very much. Heck, that would be a bigger favor than just ridding ourselves of that crazy lady. Defeating Hillary was means-to-an-end time. Getting Mike Pence as the chief executive would be like being given icing when we were ready to skip the cake…

And while we’re drawing non-parallels with Watergate, Pence ain’t no Spiro Agnew. Who? The guy who had already resigned the #2 spot prior to Nixon’s resignation (he was never impeached, nor does impeachment mean “firing”, if you’ll turn to the page where that happened to Bill Clinton), which resulted in one Gerald Ford, elected to head the executive branch by zero popular votes, becoming the next President of the United States.

This was the most severe constitutional crisis since 1861, and did the sky fall? Did the campuses revolt and the streets erupt and the farmers “keep their food” (definitely doesn’t know diddly-squat about rural America…)? Um, no, we just celebrated a bicentennial with lots of bipartisan flag-waving, elected a peanut farmer and went on about our business.

Even if this complete fiction you are indulging in were really supposed to be fictional and not instead passed off as actual political analysis, I’d still say you need to finish your homework before you go outside and play. As presented here, though, I say all you have done is make a complete ignorant fool of yourself. But it was fun watching.

Is that mean of me? I suppose it is, given that I mostly see ignorant middle-class armchair leftism as a chronic and tragic disability, and one should not mock the disabled. But it ain’t easy not to, in this case.