 Now he's got no past the 270. I mean, it's just you really have to squint and come up with some fantastical ideas to figure out how he's going to add up 270 electoral votes unless something major changes. Well, Trump almost would have to die because he's obviously now listening to his advisers and he's just playing golf at Mar-a-Lago, keeping his mouth shut and letting his opponent dig his own. That's an unfortunate metaphor, grave. You know, screw up his own circus.