In June, 2015, when Donald Trump declared his candidacy I laughed and said, “Well, it can’t get any worse than this!”
A year later, again in June, when Trump was nominated to run for President by the Republican Party I smiled and shook my head, and said, ”Well, it doesn’t get much worse than this.”
In November, 2016, when Trump secured the Presidency I unabashedly  claimed, “It’ll never get worse than this!”
But then as each week brought new issues: Access Hollywood; Charlottesville; Comey; Bannon; Russian election meddling;  “I’m rubber and you’re glue“ dialogue with Kim Jong Un; Cohen and Stormy Daniels; etc., I worried, “Could it really get any worse than this?”

And now each evening I watch the day’s news and go to bed saying, “It absolutely can’t get any worse than this?”
But by the time the morning tweets are posted it always has.