Truly, Trump is the best possible figurehead for a now-dead party. A bobble-headed liar. An empty gumball machine in a suit. A man who would go on television and declare that the sky was green just because he felt like it, that particular day, and wanted to see the faces of the party members now tasked with his daily upkeep as they scuttled to and fro insisting that as of that moment, on that day, it was now true.

Just another little something to keep in mind as the serious minds of the nation debate whether the Republican presidential nominee was making an attempt at dark humor or being earnest when he twice today publicly asked Russia or other nations to hack his Democratic counterpart's emails. By tomorrow he’ll be denying it ever happened.