But his fans are worse, they're pointless little wannabees, has-beens and never-weres who want to put themselves under the comforting heel of a thug, like the failed schoolyard nobodies who like to hang out with the class bully. Think of them as mini-Christies.

But I think Trump's days are numbered. His performance at the last debate was disappointing to his followers, and his enemies landed punches and drew blood. The myth of invincibility has been pierced, and his followers demand invincibility in their authority figures.

They must justify their pathetic adulation for him by talk of "dissatisfaction with the establishment" or some other such high-sounding and profound philosophical excuse, but he has a black eye and a swollen lip now, and his enemies are still there, spoiling for a fight. The realization that he may not be the arrogant champion the right wing authoritarian mind demands to protect it from the evils, real and manufactured, that lurk in the real world is finally sinking in.

I suspect Trump will soon be gone, but his followers will still remain, ripe fruit to be plucked by the next fascist demagogue to arise from the stagnant swamp of reactionary envy and spite. And the next one, will not be an absurd buffoon. He will have been watching, and he will have learned. Trump may fade, but the ignorance, fear, hate and greed of his admirers remains. Its the stuff nightmares are made of.