He is aloof, in a pinnacle, not down on the floor of their jungle, where it is now Dem eat Dem.
Their backs, these cats, are all now backed against the wall, cornered where they lurk, and each must turn and fight.
They see that Trump is bloodied but still relentlessly bearing down even now on what is left of their few and dwindling unstarved attrited numbers.
Why not turn further down and left to fight on to the end at a lower, visceral, level, here in the jungle?
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