Imagine spending your professional life waiting for the moment to undermine the republic because you think an authoritarian government would rule better than the people. You wait long years for all the chess pieces to be put in place including the solidification of the Supreme Court as protectors of the transition.
At long last, the opportunity comes. All of your efforts, all of your waiting, and all of the disingenuousness you embraced at the cost of your soul produce the result. An authoritarian government headed by:
Donald Trump.
Your coup got couped, motherfucker. You're fascist to a fucking clown. Whatever "ideal" you sold yourself that you thought you were fulfilling becomes ash.
Still, you can't stop yourself, you shameless traitor to your oath and country. You keep executing the plan.
Camp Mystic is part of your legacy. Unvaccinated children may become the high watermark of your murder cult religion. You won't bat an eye when a transgender teenager commits suicide due to state sancitoned bullying. You have no qualm about elimination of goodwill from any policy decision.
I'd rather lose and be me than win and become whatever you are. Some form of rodent, I suppose.