Stick a fork in him — he’s about done.
Donald Trump’s goose may be cooked, but the Republican presidential nominee has only himself to blame for jumping out of the fat into the fire and turning up the heat on his implosion.
Mere weeks ago Trump was an iconoclast galloping towards the White House on the bare back of a tornadic campaign, whipping hearts and butts into a frenzy of adoration and rage, winning the most primary votes in party history, and zooming his family brand into the exosphere.
He was the party animal who stood on the bar with a lampshade on his head and chucked prime sirloin with impunity down America’s gaping jaws in flesh-curdling slivers.
Who can forget Trump’s claims about wanting to boff his daughter if he wasn’t her father, and how Barack Obama “schlonged” Hillary Clinton in the 2008 Democratic Primary.
Yet somewhere between topping the polls and constipating his critics the second-most admired man in America after the president revved up his inner brat and drove his revolutionary campaign into a ditch, where it now flounders gasping and sputtering while he slams the gears and grinds up a storm.
Donald’s decline is his own dumb fault.
He had the perfect opponent in “crooked Hillary.” Her long and troubled political history presented itself on a silver platter waiting to be sliced and diced like a Thanksgiving turkey, but thin-skinned Trump turned the carving knife on himself instead:
• He picked fights with Muslims and Hispanics, but let his immigration stance morph and languish.
• He ridiculed women and their looks while manhandling Groper-gate.
• He assailed “Saturday Night Live.”
• He maintained the election was rigged.
• He vowed to imprison his challenger.
• He refused to be a good sport if he lost.
• He sacrificed his broader vision to settle petty scores.
Trump’s political success always lay in grabbing us by our short and curlies, and poking us in the eye with a cattle prod to remind us of our comatose national policies, but he took his eyes off the prize and charged willingly into the lion’s den.
Now all that remains is for the inmates to devour him alive — and spit him out.
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