Maybe, please, if we could stop our endless parsing of repetitive evidence of Donald Trump’s infantilism and get to serious discussion of possible defenses? The real situation is not that complicated. It can be boiled down to a few simple observations:

• Donald Trump is a hopeless case. Forget rehab.

• Most Republican politicians are probably hopeless cases as well.

• Democratic politicians are so far just ineffectual hand-wringers.

• The United States Government is paralyzed.

• Trump’s supporters couldn’t care less about that.

Trump provides additional evidence of his cognitive disability with each new tweet; there is no need to pursue that further. Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan are willing to kiss Trump’s ass in order to retain their party perks and privileges, despite the damage to their reputations. Chuck Schumer and Nancy Pelosi are content to stand by and fiddle while they watch Rome burn — for fear that any real action would jeopardize their own chances of retaining their positions when the pendulum eventually swings back the other way. Legislation that the country needs to function properly is being shelved in favor of dead-end Republican efforts to execute Trump’s random tweets, which, in addition to being incoherent and indecipherable, are often contradictory. Trumpists are so far still so thrilled that they have been able to show the electoral finger to the eggheads and nigger-lovers on the coasts that they will make no distinction between fact and fiction so long as it feeds their fantasy that insults and gloating can substitute for governing.

So why are we of the Resistance wasting our time with fact checking and appeals to logic? Logic and today’s politics are in separate universes. Thinking skills are not the currency of Trump’s government, which Donald thinks should operate on the basis of lemming loyalty.

There is only one sensible reaction to all this that I can see, and as unlikely as it may sound, I offer it for your consideration, as the Oscar hopefuls say in their ads.

Trump and his Republicans must be left in their swamp and Democrats must hitch up their pants or gird their loins or lock and load or whatever people in other desperate situations are metaphorically said to do, and accept that their future requires that they find a champion who can compete with Trump on his own ground — a hero with the personality and the glamour to match the Donald’s hairdo and chutzpah.

Hillary will never get to be president; we don’t like crybabies. Bernie Sanders will probably never get to be president either; he is stuck with the socialist label even though his ideas are straight from FDR’s playbook and actually mostly constitute a retreat to 1930. Of the currently visible candidates Elizabeth Warren, despite being unapologetically female and possibly a nigger-lover and probably a socialist as well, is our best shot. She has a good brain, a quick tongue, and a popular message (“Sock it to the rich”). The 2016 round unfortunately went to the fixers, but the next vote is still up for grabs if enough millennium voters can be reached. The Chuck and Nancy Show won’t do it. He’s too suspect because of his Wall Street affiliations, and she’s been on the scene too long. Her eagle beak and stiletto heels don’t remind us of Mom or our junior-high-school teacher idol any more than Hillary’s pants and flats did.

So what am I saying? It’s time for someone on a white horse. A savior like FDR himself. It’s time to make “Democrat” great again. It’s time for us to yell loud enough to drown out the Trumpettes. To chant at every opportunity. To offer detailed and sensible bills — not in the normal channels to be stymied by subcommittees of “no” but in loud and raucous and brash voices directly to the public in the media, in the papers, and on the podium and on the streets. Remember KISS? “Keep It Simple, Stupid.” Ladies, wear your pussy hats in the Capitol corridors. Gentlemen, keep your sleeves rolled up, suspenders prominently displayed, and everyone, keep your voices as loud as you can manage. Clamor for the $15 wage, for union check-off privileges, for abortion rights, for sensible sentencing, for compassionate paroling, for free education, for single-payer health care, for clamping down on Falwell’s tax exemption. (Don’t bother getting exercised about income inequality; that’s just numbers and rednecks don’t care about numbers. The rich are welcome to steal so long as they leave enough on the table for the rest of us. They got their money by stealing and it’s the only way they know. That will not change. What the rest of us want is a paycheck we can count on, a pension that will be there when we retire, and a better life for our kids than we have had.) Never mind further attempts to discredit Trump; he will take care of that himself. And never mind the nitpicking fact-checking and “gotcha”s. His people don’t care, and if our people can’t finally see through him on their own we may not be worth saving in any case. For the moment, trust Bernie. Send him some shekels to work with. He’s the only one on our side with the chutzpah and the clout to be today’s cheerleader. Who will turn out to be our eventual knight in shining armor for the main event remains to be determined by what happens between now and 2020.

And stop already with the impeachment baloney. It ain’t gonna happen; not while the GOP controls the House and the Senate and the White House and the Supreme Court — especially the Supreme Court. Constitutional clauses about emoluments or incapacity have no weight when measured against the rewards of party unity, especially when party unity is all about money. And Pence might well turn out to be worse than Donald.

That’s my advice. As any baseball manager will tell you as you go up to bat : if you are going to go down, might as well go down swinging. What have you got to lose?