Tough night.

Who could have guessed that Trump's demented Nazi grifter act was wearing thin? Definitely not his proud cultists. I mean, not only did he fool you a second time, a tenth time, a thousandth time, but you're actually bragging about how it's all going just the way you planned. Like you're in on his grift beside him, you poor sad little nitwits.

Quick—look up!—he's flying right over you!

I suggest a quick strategic realignment.

Drop "MAGA", which was always a rube's tell anyway——that flashing red sign you gleefully wore on your empty noggin to make you feel like you were sticking it to somebody else, instead of Felonious Monkey sticking it to you.

Take a deep breath and let the truth come out: that you are being laughed at by a ludicrously-ignorant demagogue who wouldn't fool a five-year-old, but who immediately——congratulations, patriot!——pegged you as easy meat.

Once you've done that, you can consign whatever gibber you call "MAGA" to the ash heap of history, and proudly reclaim your traditional identity.

"HICK."