Watching this summer’s blockbuster, the Epstein Saga, it is hard not to be tantalized by the prospect that the biggest con artist in American history will end up hoist by his own petard. That the mob he stirred up and won over with conspiracy theories, misrepresentations, and fabricated vendettas will turn on him because they realize that he was, as former Senator Al Franken might have put it, a lying liar who lies.

At least that is what our sense of justice would lead us to believe is overdue for our sociopathic, allergic-to-truth, prevaricator-in-chief.

The ancient Greeks taught us that hubris always gets characters like Trump in the end. They over-reach and whammo. Trump is Icarus flying on his wings of fraud and as he climbs so high that he can no longer avoid the bright sunshine of truth, the bulls--t melts away and he plummets to Earth.

What a big, satisfying splat that would make.

It is a particularly appealing image given that the deeper Trump gets into his second term, and the more his sense of invulnerability grows (Supreme Court immunity rulings are great fertilizer for cultivating hubris), the bigger and more outrageous his lies get. Take this week’s assertions by Trump and his nutjob

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