FIRST SHARPTON, THEN MILEY CYRUS, NOW OLBERMANN:

Okay, Donnie, you win.

I’m moving out.

Not moving out of the country — not yet anyway. I’m merely moving out of one of New York’s many buildings slathered in equal portions with gratuitous gold and the name “Trump.” Nine largely happy years with an excellent staff and an excellent reputation (until recently, anyway) — but I’m out of here.

I’m getting out because of the degree to which the very name “Trump” has degraded the public discourse and the nation itself. I can’t hear, or see, or say that name any longer without spitting. Frankly, I’m running out of Trump spit.

With DNC in mind, city bans carrying of urine, feces, saliva. (At least they would have, prior to the de Blasio era.)

As Glenn noted after Sharpton and Cyrus banged their high chairs, “Get a few more on board and it’ll be Trump landslide, baby! Well, except that they never keep their promises to leave.”