I concur. It was always going to end like this. I quoted “The Bishop Orders His Tomb at St. Praxed’s Church” by Browning like two years ago, a poem that neatly sums up the raving thoughts of an evil, formerly powerful narcissistic cretin on his deathbed as the darkness creeps in around him — Hitler’s bunker 100 years before it’s time.
There are elements of Nixon I learned eventually that made me at least a little sympathetic towards him, albeit very little. There are, and will be, none of those for this colossal douchebag.