In the dimming twilight of post-trump America, the Loser is, by now, approaching the point of realization that the door is closing on his 5-year run in primetime.

As he gradually settles back into his Mar-a-Loser dreamworld, the fire-headed hunk will take on a identity that is precedented only by the Wizard of Oz.

The Donald will be closeted into darker and darker diminutions of self-deception as he jerks on those cords of presumed power behind the scenes, until one day. . . one day . . . the diminutive Toto trots in at ground-level, takes teeth-hold of the curtain of Donald's fantasy, and pulls it back for all the world to see. . .

The wizard of Don was a fake wizard all along.

On that day, Liz-Dorothy Cheney will be able to click her heels and return honorably to Auntie and Uncle Dick's ranch back in good ole Wyoming, where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day.

And we'll all live happily ever after.