They spent themselves into exhaustion.
Glad to see you here - I feel like I was invited to a reunion of the old folks only to show up in the middle of a kindergartner’s kite-flying contest.
Ten long years now, ten years of trying to just once holding the Clinton team responsible for the mockery they made of the electoral process and the wholesale shambles they made of the decorum of the White House and Public Office in general and now, NOW, when victory is at hand, and the Hildebeaste is trapped, it is not the lion come to reclaim his jungle, it is the Pink Panther dancing about and running so fast that the whole dream dissolves in a pool of rancid butter, dripping onto the stage where we are but spectators as the play unfolds.
Too late to wake, too soon to sleep again.