Matt Latimer is a former speechwriter for President George W. Bush. He is currently a co-partner in Javelin, a literary agency and communications firm based in Alexandria, and contributing editor at Politico Magazine.

Donald Trump’s campaign has left plenty of “losers” in his wake—it is, after all, his favorite word. Many of the conquered and shamed are obvious—Mike Murphy’s political consulting practice, super PACs, 14 primary opponents, and almost every pundit in America who said Trump would never make it past a single primary. But what about the less obvious ones? From fact-checkers to Iraq War nostaligics to social etiquette, don’t we get a chance to honor their defeats, too?

Below, a 2016 remembrance of the people, the places, the memes utterly eclipsed by Trumpmania (as long as it lasts):


Fact-checkers: Every candidate who has ever run for anything is prone to exaggeration, and even outright mendacity, from time to time. But the various “fact-check” organizations across America probably have had to hire extra staff since the Trump campaign got going. Some of the angst over Trump’s misstatements is, admittedly, nitpicking. But not all of it. Throwing up its hands at some point, Factcheck.org proclaimed, “In the 12 years of FactCheck.org’s existence, we’ve never seen his match.” Just a few weeks ago, the Washington Post’s fact-checker even went so far as to list all of Trump’s “four Pinocchio” whoppers in a single column—there were 17, its highest tally for a presidential candidate ever. To no avail. Trump’s misstatements of fact upset voters so much that a day later, he won nearly 50 percent of the vote in Arizona, beating Ted Cruz by 22 points. On second thought, maybe Trump won 150 percent of the vote there. Whatever.

George Bush-is-Hitler memes: It’s a shame, really, to consider all the time and effort invested over the years into making our last Republican president an honorary member of the Third Reich. There was, of course, the endless parade of celebrities, such as noted historian Ozzy Osbourne, who compared the two men via song. There was the fringe group MoveOn.org’s cheery 2004 ad that morphed the president into the author of Mein Kampf. And a D.C. sixth-grade teacher who as recently as 2014 asked her students to make comparisons between the Fuhrer and Bush. Which I suppose leaves everyone a little red-faced now that many of these same people have decided that the real Hitler is actually Donald Trump. Sad!

The word “never”: The “NeverTrump” hashtag is now very much in vogue among Republicans angry at the 30-45 percent of their own party that’s repeatedly voted for the billionaire front-runner. Undoubtedly some of the people now promising to “never” support Trump will stick to that vow. But those with even a passing knowledge of Washington expect most of them to weasel out of this pledge, one way or another, in the name of “party unity.” Even Marco Rubio, who helped launch the “NeverTrump” hashtag, denied that saying he could never support Trump meant that he wouldn’t support Trump as his party’s nominee. Huh?

The state of Iowa: Should Trump win the GOP nomination, the state’s Republican electorate will have gone 0 for 3 in selecting Republican winners since 2008. Which makes one wonder why any future candidate will spend months on end getting to know the difference between Cedar Rapids and Cedar Falls, or spending the holidays pretending to enjoy the “tasty menu” at the Denny’s in Dubuque. Making matters even worse for the farmer-heavy state, this year’s victor, Ted Cruz, took a principled and supposedly campaign-ending stance against ethanol, the magic elixir of the Corn Belt.

Rotten Tomatoes and other reviewers of popular culture: Who needs them when you have Trump. On Modern Family: “Just tried watching Modern Family — written by a moron, really boring. Writer has the mind of a very dumb and backward child.” On The Dark Knight Rises: “I went to the opening of ‘The Dark Knight Rises,’ which is commonly known as ‘the Batman movie.’ And I’ll tell you, it was really terrific.” On the Democratic debate: “Sorry, there is no STAR on the stage tonight!”

Democratic Party race-baiting: Since the days of Richard Nixon, Democrats and their supporters have worked to label nearly every Republican presidential candidate as a racist. There was Ronald Reagan, who once had received the (unwelcome) endorsement of the Ku Klux Klan. There was his Vice President George H. W. Bush, who supposedly gave a wink and a nod to the infamous Willie Horton ad. There was his son, George W. Bush, whom the NAACP portrayed as wanting to put African-Americans in chains. And, of course, Mitt Romney, whose Mormon faith was put under scrutiny because it hadn’t admitted black Americans into the priesthood until 1978. Now that Al Sharpton and his crowd finally have a GOP candidate against whom, in their minds at least, they can really make a case, their warnings have fallen largely with a thud. Maybe next election cycle.

Iraq War nostalgia: If you’re like many American families, and enjoy spending Thanksgivings and Christmases reminiscing about Baghdad Bob, how Saddam Hussein went to the gallows and other missions accomplished in and around Baghdad, well, those days are coming to a close. Thanks in no small part to Donald J. Trump—who apparently has always opposed the war but, due to his shy, retiring nature, refrained from telling people so at the time—the Iraq War is officially “out.” Only weeks ago, we were confidently told by almost every political pundit in America that Trump’s attack on George W. Bush’s prosecution of the war in Iraq would doom him with GOP voters, especially in the alleged “Bush Country” of South Carolina. Trump, as history will record, went on to win the primary in a landslide.

The legacy of Lyndon Johnson, the loathsome, lecherous lout: Obnoxious, offensive and crude—he famously had staff members follow him into the bathroom while he barked orders from his toilet—LBJ would paw women with his massive wandering hands, sometimes in view of his wife. He picked up his dog by the ears, before an outraged public. He showed off his appendectomy scar. He used the “N-word” repeatedly. When he left office, most people figured no presidential contender would ever dare to match his reputation as a true vulgarian. Until now. Admittedly Trump still has a ways to go, but he’s a contender. Witness his repeated comments about women—including his more recent: a low-blow, out-of-nowhere, vaguebooking attack on Heidi Cruz (who, by the way, happens to be an extremely impressive person).

The Special Relationship: FDR and Churchill. Reagan and Thatcher. Bush, Clinton and Blair. For decades the “special relationship” between the leaders of America and Britian has demonstrated the special kinship between the world’s two Atlantic powers. But that bond is going to be kind of hard to maintain in a Trump administration, especially when members of the British parliament are actually debating whether one half of that pairing should be barred from entering the country. As president, Trump may have to find a new best friend. Perhaps that’s why he’s always talking about Scotland. But, wait, they don’t seem to like him either.

Policy advisers: Lincoln’s “team of rivals.” John F. Kennedy’s “best and brightest.” Ronald Reagan’s California “Kitchen Cabinet.” The saps! Who knew, until this year, that collecting these advisers was a total waste of time. “I’m speaking with myself,” Trump famously said, when asked who his foreign policy advisers were, “because I have a very good brain and I’ve said a lot of things.” Why didn’t any of these other guys think of that? Dummies!

Social etiquette: Trump calls handshakes “barbaric.” He’s called attention to his enemy’s weight gains. And he’s also shown no reluctance to criticize the hygiene of others in public settings, thus maximizing the offending party’s embarrassment. Who can’t wait to see President Trump at a news conference, take a step or two back from Vladimir Putin by saying—as he once did to CNN’s Larry King: “Do you mind if I sit back a little bit because your breath is very bad? It really is.”

The Wharton School of Business: So far, the proud graduate of one of America’s most elite schools and his staff have misspelled the words “choker,” “lightweight,” “honor,” “Oklahoma,” “Tennessee,” and “Tulsa”—and has frequently misused the words “its” and “it’s.” Maybe that explains Wharton’s slogan: “Wharton, it puts the B in Biznus.”

Voyeurs of presidential gams: His butler informs us that one of Mr. Trump’s “quirks” is that he eschews wearing swimming trunks. Thus ending a long and dubious history of American’s getting the chance to see photos of middle-aged presidents and their bare legs—from Reagan to Clinton to George W. Bush to Obama. Unless we’re really lucky, we aren’t likely to see Trump’s knees in the next four years. Sorry, ladies.

Hillary Clinton’s sanity: If Trump wins the GOP nomination, the former secretary of state is in for the ride of her life. After all, the Republican front-runner repeatedly has demonstrated a knack for getting into his opponent’s heads and then driving them nuts. What dark magic might he have in store for the Clintons? For starters, we can be confident that no crackpot conspiracy will miss a mention (we’ll be hearing about the “murder” of Ron Brown again). Every woman with any allegation against Bill Clinton will be unearthed. Juanita Broadderick’s rape charge will finally get the nationwide airing it’s never really had. Clinton’s financial background will be mined and attacked, with over-the-top assertions. There will be accusations about her health, her “coughing fits,” her “secret stroke.” And the media will ask her about all of it. The next eight months might be Paula Jones’ greatest revenge.

Outrage: When a candidate offends someone nearly every week, it’s kind of hard to keep up with all the umbrage.