OK, so I lied. I stayed up and watched. Just snacking and watching the body count pile up.

“Keep comin’. …”

POW! Thump. Rinse and repeat.

It didn’t get old. Not one itty bitty bit.

Herself is elsewhere on a work trip, but we were cackling to each other over Messages.

“Suck on that, Orange Hitler!”

“Booyah! In yo’ FACE!”

Mind you, that was the polite portion of our live commentary. Even the writers of “Deadwood” would’ve found the rest of it appalling.

“Language!”

Anyhoo.

I’d hate to be a janitor at the White House this morning. Fuck a bunch of buckets and mops. Get the industrial power washer out, son! That shit ain’t gonna just jump off the walls and ceilings by itselfs.

And the national mess will require some rolled-up sleeves and elbow grease as well. Politics remains a dirty game, and it ain’t gonna get any prettier if the national legislature starts going mano-a-mano with an executive that has lost all executive function and a judicial branch that needs a vigorous pruning. Your basic long uphill pull into a stiff wind, is what.

But I gotta tell ya. Last night?

It never got old.

More later. Chime in here as you please.