On the Fact that (Either Through "3-D Chess" or Some Sort of Inspector Gadget Happenstance) President Trump Has Effectively Framed the 2020 Election as a Choice Between Him and Those Four Bat-Shit Crazy Socialist Congresswomen (None of Whom Could Be Elected Dog-Catcher Anywhere East of Portland, South of Detroit, North of Dallas, or West of Philadelphia)

Yeah, I really thought that Trump had blown it this time but damned if he doesn't smell like a rose. Hmm, maybe the fellow does know what he's doing. I mean, it's conceivable, no?