When I was a sophomore in high school, I was in rehearsals for Hello, Dolly!, one afternoon, and a bunch of us were fooling around after practice.
I got involved in a playful chase around the cafetorium, with some other kids trying to catch me as I ran around, through rows of cafeteria tables and chairs, etc. Hell, I was having a fucking blast.
But some kids were catching up with me, so I did the only thing I could think of: I started pulling chairs out from under tables and tossing them into the path behind me to slow them down. This worked, but eventually, I ran out of chairs.
And that is what Donald Trump reminds me of: the Epstein Files get hot on his heels, and he tosses chairs into the path behind him. One chair is the Iran War. But the kids push through the Iran War chairs and are still chasing him, so he throws out the "a civilization will end" chair, but the kids tossed it aside, still coming for him. So, he kicks the "firing Pam Bondi" chair into the aisle, and the kids keep coming for him.
But, now, he has come full circle to his starting point in the cafetorium, kids still coming at him, and a trail of chairs blocking his path before him.
It is only a matter of time before all the chairs he tossed to slow his hunters end up blocking him into a corner. The only difference is, in high school, young me panted, catching his breath, and laughed with the others at the end of a fun chase.
Donald Trump has nothing to laugh about, and the kids aren't ending the chase. I had a chance to catch my breath; Don the Con will be pursued until he drops dead.
We can hope.