...you can hope for, at least in the short term.
My very right-wing fundie sister surprised me by finally saying she'd had enough of Trump. Of all the things that could have opened her eyes up, it was apparently the way Trump was cheering on the anti-shutdown protesters.
I wouldn't be surprised if her granddaughter (my great niece) had something to do with that -- she's a five-year old who, just in the past few weeks, has been declared free from cancer ( ) after an awful year-long struggle with Stage 4 cancer. I'll bet my sister was worried about her granddaughter getting infected while she was so weak and struggling with chemo.
Although my sister certainly hadn't been loudly crowing about Trump all that much recently, just a few weeks before she told me she'd given up on Trump, in one of the very few political arguments I've let myself get into with her, she was still going out of her way to defend even the idiocy of Trump's bleach injection comments.
Now she's saying she'll vote independent, and went into "a pox on both of their houses" mode about Democrats and Republicans. I behaved myself, graciously accepted what she was saying, didn't gloat or do any I-told-ya-sos, figured I'd count one less vote in Ohio for Trump as blessing enough for now, and not push my luck.