Tonight, John finally concurs that — in all of the most likely 2024 scenarios — the GOP top to bottom of the ticket… get slaughtered.

Utterly… obliterated, and almost solely due to guys like him fecklessly supporting… a madman and serial felon… for six CV plus years.

But he only blames the madman — not accepting any personal responsibility… for his own willing, lusty and it turns out… suicidal support of… Tangerine (up until just a few months ago, post two of the now four indictments).

So… quintessentially… vintage Hinderaker.

Hilarious.

You mage the bed, then shat in it… and now expect some maid to come along and wipe it all clean, for you?!

Good luck.

Just climb into that bed, that’s your own stink you smell. You earned this likely endlessly restless, pungent string of nights, man.

Out.