Say you're a Republican. Your circus parade has passed. No one's followed the Chief Beast that's fouled everything in sight (no bucket or shovel big enough?). Now What? You find a bogeyman and blame it — the media, Obama, the FBI, Hollywood, British Intelligence, Big Foot ...
Say you're Paul Ryan. You want tax cuts for the rich beyond their frothy fantasies but the Chief Beast is a lump of incompetence, antagonizing the votes necessary for the Billionaire's Relief Bill. Now what? You pretend his "heart's in the right place" though we know his "heart," his self-regard, is enlarged, diseased. Pretend the infected is normal and the amateur dictator is just "new at this." Poor Paul, so minimal, so snared in the trap.
Say you're Evangelical. Your moral tank's on empty. The Beast knew your sick dreams and promised everything. Nothing's come of it and his lies are so large even you've noticed. You suspect maybe hell is on Fifth Avenue and he descends golden escalators to tempt you. He knows your politics is your religion. Avarice and salvation are incompatible, so now what? There is no "now what" and what's left of you is deplorably obvious.
Say you're the Beast. Your staff calls you "idiot" (down-graded from "buffoon"). You got the second-most votes. You're the indictable head of an inept, treasonous combine. Your performance is a burlesque that would astound the Marx Brothers. Bankruptcy's not an option. Now what?