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Trump has painted himself into a corner.

With a Democrat controlled House and no popular support for a wall that is more monument to ego than effective tool for curbing illegal immigration, things promise to get uglier before they get better.

Ironically, TSA agents responsible for helping to surveil the most dangerous points for illegal entry are not showing up for work because they aren’t getting paid. Some citizens are not getting their food stamps, garbage isn’t being collected in national parks and there are other much larger offenses taking place while the government is in shutdown.

When you have the temperament of a man-child you aren’t likely to listen to reason and Trump’s ego is bigger than his concern for people who can’t pay their mortgages. "Turtle boy" Mitch McConnell isn’t about to advance matters either despite promising to sign a Republican bill to leave the government open. The GOP tied its fortunes and abandoned its dignity when it accepted Trump as a leader who then flip-flopped when he saw the right-wing media criticize him for his audacity for backpedaling on his wall.

Never mind that common sense would dictate that this is a political ploy which leverages the livelihood of government workers against the right to have a monumental tantrum. Trump promised his base a wall and he will be damned if that isn’t what he gets. It is the price of having an imbecile for a president.

If Americans were uncertain of the perils of having an untested and unbalanced individual running the country, the clear majority must be aware of it by now.

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