When Trumpy's presidency ends, (damn. It Will end.)

the stories of his madness will explode everywhere. There will seemingly be no end to tales of fraud, abuse, fakery, deceit-- dozens and dozens will have their stories to tell. There will also be tales of human weakness and cowardice, of courage and strength. But mostly weakness and cowardice.

The heavyweight writers should already be drawing up themes and structures. More than a few will land contracts for books, and the race will be on. When he's gone, a massive industry will replace him. He's so crazy that the commentariat will scratch their collective heads and ask themselves, "How could all of this happen?" They will have selective amnesia.