I am looking forward to the man getting shredded like bloody meat by a pack of hungry dogs in the primary, heading back to Florida, and to save himself from shame focuses only on small bitter things he can win. I want to watch him give impassioned speeches about renaming overpasses while every rival smells the stench of weakness on him.
The man who would be king reduced to appearing on Fox once every few years while having to buy his own ghostwritten autobiography just to keep it from being shredded.