Tomorrow evening at eleven Eastern Time, perhaps before, Hillary Clinton will be declared by the media to be the President Elect. Donald Trump will be declared the Loser. All eyes will be turned on Trump to see whether he makes some sort of concession speech or statement.
Wednesday morning, everyone's attention will be on Clinton [and perhaps on Republicans vowing to investigate her, impeach her, or whatever.] Nobody will be interested in Trump. He will instantaneously become Old News. There will be no more rapturous audiences at rallies, no more calls from news stations. Christie, Giuliani, and Gingrich will slink away, looking for other carrion on which to feed. Bannon will stick with him, viewing him as a useful idiot, in Lenin's delicious phrase. His Twitter followership will dwindle.
Trump will find this abrupt reversal of fortune intolerable, unbearable, utterly unacceptable. I predict that he will flail about hysterically trying to recapture the attention of an uncaring media. He will threaten law suits, refuse to concede the election [or withdraw his concession, should Kelly Ann Conway have prevailed upon him late Tuesday evening], issue thundering condemnations of Clinton, the American political system, and the world.
But no one will care. Oh, a few will care, perhaps even a few million, but after the adoration and attention in which he has basked for eighteen months, the contrast will be completely intolerable.
Dare I hope that he goes certifiably mad?