Trump lost the election all right, but was handed the office on a very real and significant technicality called the electoral college. Republicans held the Senate, and the rest will be history, if we survive to write it.

Suddenly, the world looked very different, and very dangerous. An unstable mountebank was moving into the Oval Office, ready to be supported by a reanimated GOP body politic in full control of Congress. Suddenly Merrick Garland was pushed out of the line to the Supreme Court and a reliable right-winger stood up in his place.

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The internal contradictions of the GOP all remained, but forward the newly energized zombie shambled. And shambles still. Shambles is a word used only to describe the way a zombie walks, except to also describe the mess a zombie leaves behind. And shambles is what the Night and Day of the Living Donald is creating everywhere.

It’s not pretty. Even the Republicans know something is very wrong. They avoid looking in the mirror these days, because being a zombie has never been a flattering look. The few that dare speak up are no longer shambling forward, but shuffling offstage.

The zombies have discovered that neither Obamacare nor its repeal was going to cure what ails them. They have only one zombie thought left: tax cuts for the rich. This is going to be their final engorging meal of real humans, and the hunger for them drives the GOP hordes shambling forward.

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They no longer try very hard to give a reason for why this particular objective is good for the country, as there is no reason. There is no data. There is no theory. Just hunger. They know what they are now: a decrepit band of shambling dead ideology, following along behind a crazed, feelingless zombie leader. But they know he is their last chance.

The rest of the nation watches in dumbstruck awe. We hope that somehow the zombies are going to turn on the zombie leader. The media, not knowing what to make of the spectacle, persist in reporting the story as “The zombies need a win.”