It would be funny if it weren’t so sad. Trump is trying desperately to hang on to a job that he doesn’t actually perform. He has ceased to govern since the election, withdrawing instead into the White House, which has become his bunker, surrounded by a shrinking group of sycophants and plotting ways to overturn the election. Meanwhile, like Poe’s Red Death, the pandemic rages outside steadily killing more Americans each day.

It’s like a plot for a book or movie that you read or watch and think could never happen in real life.