Ophelia, though she was talking about Hamlet, saw Trump’s meltdown well in advance:

“O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!
The courtier’s, scholar’s, soldier’s, eye, tongue, sword,
Th’ expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th’ observ’d of all observers- quite, quite down.”

And here, in Ophelia’s further comments, may well be expressed the feelings of loyal Trump supporters in the wake of his seeming psychological collapse:

And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck’d the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason
Like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh,
That unmatch’d form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me
T’ have seen what I have seen, see what I see. ”