This is how Donald Trump is saying goodbye to us.

He is doing everything he can due to make sure he doesn’t win the November election.

Think of ever insensitive and erratic thing he does as another little wave goodby from the limousine window.

It is the very thing journalists and fellow politicians would never dream of him doing.

Day by day, the evidence mounts in my mind – I’m usually out of step with mainstream thinking – that President Trump doesn’t want to win the election.

He wants to wreak havoc and cement his ties to his ardent loyalists and leave Washington, which he hates, and retire to Mar-A-Largo, which he loves,  to wreak havoc in comfort.

There, he will after a decent interval replace the gravely ill Rush Limbaugh and spend the rest of his life playing golf, broadcasting his many conspiracy theories, and trying to prove Barack Obama was born in Africa and that James Come and Hilary Clinton should be locked up.

He can stage rallies wherever he likes, for the rest of his life, and sell a million Mega hats.

He will still be a big story every day.

The media will go where he goes; they will never abandon a cash cow like him.

An ex-President Trump will do precisely what he does now: ignore the details of governing people and the responsibilities of leadership and promote himself full-time.

It’s the same job, just in a different and warmer place.

Think of the fun he will have lobbying for the building of a statue to William (“Bloody Bill”) Anderson, the Confederate guerrilla leader and butcher who slaughtered innocent civilians all over Missouri before he was shot dead by the 33rd Infantry, Enrolled Missouri Militia, in Albany, N.Y.

A statue to Anderson, he might claim on his radio show, will honor American history, as opposed to the left-wing radical crazies whose name, like the Hebrew God of Israel, can never be mentioned. (Hint, the initials are BLM).

Think of how free he would be to say crazy shit all day long and not have to answer to all those obnoxious reporters (a/k/a) “scumbags, and enemies of the people.”

Careful, Joe. Could Trump out of office be even worse than Trump in office?

Friday’s shocker.

Has there ever been a worse time than now to take people’s health care away from them, amid a rampaging virus and five months before an election?

And with no replacement in sight?

Didn’t we just do this in 2018 and witness a Democratic takeover of the House of Representatives? Is Trump a double-agent setting up a takeover of the Senate as well?

I’ve said it before and am not afraid to repeat it; this is not the behavior of someone who wants to win an election.

Neither was Tulsa, the ultimate pointless wound,  for that matter, or the next looming disaster (right behind the resurgent pandemic), the Republican Convention in Jacksonville.

The virus is heading right up the Florida coast, almost as if it were setting yet another trap for the man who doesn’t believe in it. Does a virus have a sense of humor?

After Jacksonville, half of the Secret Service will be quarantined, and most, if not all, of Trump’s campaign staff.

In the wake of the disastrous Tulsa rally, soaring coronavirus infections in his most Trumpian states, and a hemorrhaging economy that will take a few years to fix, the President has made yet another suicide move.

He just can’t stop himself.

Trump is now formally asking the Supreme Court to Strike Down the Affordable Care Act and knock tens of millions of Americans off of their only health care amid a brutal pandemic and just before a presidential election.

The Democrats could hardly believe their good fortune.

When this was announced Friday, every single leading Democratic figure rushed to a TV studio or Twitter to reignite the bitter political debate over health care that cost the Republicans the House of Representatives.

This momentarily detracted from the race war he is hoping to provoke by sending federal agents out all over the country to keep statues of Confederate Generals from being removed and battle with the people protesting police brutality.

This, as the country, is reeling from police shootings, rallies, and the surging popularity of the Black Lives Matter movement. Everyone wants to have a conversation about race, this isn’t it.

Do U.S. Marshal’s have nothing better to do? Wyatt Earp is spinning in his grave. I can’t imagine him sneaking around at night to save a statue of anyone.

Really, why would anyone think that Donald Trump would want to spend four more years in a city he hates,  and a home he despises trying to patch a bleeding economy back together in a country with a higher deficit than anyone imagined possible?

Or deal with a Congress that will either be stalemated by Nancy Polisi and her Democratic Majority or even worse, by a Democratic Senate?

Trump is making this more and more likely every day with his increasingly erratic and foolish behavior.

We know the President is a narcissist, but he would have to be stark raving mad to think this his response to these momentous issues will get him re-elected.

I’ve always been a fan of Sherlock Holmes, and I love his idea that what is the most probable is what is the most likely thing to happen or have happened.

I didn’t even mention the pandemic, which is now the most lethal opponent in his re-election plan.  I thought it deserved its own paragraph.  This is a more powerful and deadly opponent that Joe Biden.

Dr. Fauci and his researchers are convinced  -and increasingly vocal about it – that the virus is not over yet and will return with a vengeance once the weather gets colder, which will be right around election time.

That is perhaps the worst news for President Trump. But there is a lot more.

There is his great friend, the PresidentPresident of China, who is about to stomp all over the freedom cherished by Hong Kong and is sending troops and ships to threaten every American ally in the South China sea.

(Oh, I hate to break this to my farmer friends, but there sure as Hell will be no trade agreements with China any time soon. These friends aren’t speaking to one another now.)

And there is his other friend, Kim El Jong, who is said to have built five times as many new nuclear missiles in his country as existed before they became pals. He just blew up the building on the North-South Korea border where peace talks had been held for decades.

Not a good sign.

Yet another friend, Alexandr Putin, is said by U.S. Intelligence agencies to have ordered the Russian military to offer cash bounties to Taliban-linked militants in Afghanistan to kill American troops and other Nato coalition forces. The New York Times reported on Friday.

Is Putin a part of the Deep State too?

British newspapers are reporting that the European Union is about to ban Americans from traveling to Europe because they have no confidence in the Trump administration’s ability to manage the coronavirus.

The Europeans believe it is now out of control here.

That is a humiliating blow to the United States, once considered the scientific leader and role model in the world.

And the pandemic is so bad that Florida residents are now beginning to flee Florida for New York, reports the Miami Herald. This is where Trump wants to be nominated.

I’m wondering what life in a second term would be like for Trump, who hates criticism and defeat, is disinterested in and bored by policy issues,  hates being hold up in the White House, loathes quarrelsome and independent journalists, and has few friends outside of golf buddies in Florida.

He will have no money to build walls, and all those many forthcoming victims of the coronavirus will be hating him, suing him, giving interviews about him, and voting against him.

If I’m worrying about what another round in the White House will be like for him, I am sure he and Melania are worried about it too.

He is 74, he looks like Hell, and there is that beautiful place by the sea waiting for papa.

He could have everything he wants by leaving the office in November.

He could be a martyr, claiming Democrats rigged the election, he could flirt with White Nationalists all he wants, and still be on the front page and all cable news channels every morning, noon and night.

He can call neo-Nazi’s “good people” and immigrants “rapists” all he wants on his radio show, which will be devoured hungrily by many millions of angry old white men, they can rage together about those dread socialist congressional women in funny clothes all day.

And they will be sorely missing the ailing Rush Limbaugh, who, we are told, is Trump’s true media hero, even more than the people on Fox News. Limbaugh also flirts with White and other nationalists and also loves conspiracy theories.

Trump is Limbaugh on steroids; it could work.

Even that wall is getting problematic.

Immigrants are said to be tunneling under his cherished project, cutting holes in it with metal saws, flying over it in wooden gliders, and getting around it in small undetectable submarines used by drug dealers.

Some enterprising people from Mexico have simply climbed over the wall, using the same technology rock climbers due in the Western United States.

Last week, Trump flew down to the border to trumpet the success of is wall. This is an almost sure sign it isn’t working.

I should say there are also continuing reports that he is ill, even before his strange walk down that airplane ramp and the trouble he had lifting a glass of water to his mouth during his speech at West Point.

Two different political websites have suggested a chronic and debilitating illness I am not comfortable naming.

But the most respected and ethical journalists in Washington all believe he is sick, and that is why he was rushed to a military hospital in Washington last November without ever explaining the trip.

Other issues are dogging Trump, from his much sought after-tax returns to a dozen lawsuits and investigations into his business practices around the country that he is trying to get his legal lackey, Attorney General Barr, to block or squash.

That might be the only reason he could want to stay in power, but he’s been successfully fending off lawsuits and investigations all of his life.

I don’t believe he wants to spend many of the remaining years of his life like this. Nothing about his life or behavior suggests in any way that he is happy. And poll after poll suggests he is edging into the hopeless zone.

Trump’s behavior is inexplicable in recent months if you take him seriously as a candidate. His behavior makes perfect sense if you don’t think he wants to win.

Trump doesn’t seem to care anymore.

He is working hard to solidify what the media calls his “base,” so that they will support and follow him into the next chapter, whatever it is.

You can rest assured it will be divisive.

I’m sorry, but nobody has a better explanation for his behavior. And he is only getting worse.

He hadn’t recovered from his Bible Fiasco when he insisted on a new one, the Tulsa Fiasco. Now he has the Coronavirus Fiasco, and his deranged deployment of U.S. Marshal’s to save the generals who fought so gallantly for slavery.

Maybe he is only watching Fox News these days. I believe he is saying goodbye to us with each Fiasco, and the many more to come.

I’m having a hard time grasping why so many people are so afraid of this man. He seems to have no idea what he is doing and sounds like an old scratchy gramophone recording of a robber baron railing against the commies.

It’s the moderates and independents who will decide the November election, not me or you.

It is as if he had a list of every single thing they dislike about him and is turning dislike into hate, every day.

I’ll be happy to stick my neck out; I’m doing great so far this election.

Trump is saying goodbye to us. As we now know, he never expected to or expected to win in the first place. He feels stung and rejected, a figure full of self-pity and grievance.

He’ll show all of us. He’ll just leave.

His disasters are not just disasters; they are a way out with some dignity,  farewell to the White House and his miserable and joyless life, and to the dull and obstinate blocks and obstacles of government bureaucracy a force much greater than him.

Think of each one of these angry and desperate zigs and zags as a little “goodbye.”

Think of him smiling out the window and cackling to himself as he gets on the green chopper and heads for his castle by the sea.