So this is how it went down: An thrice-married, twice-bankrupted, orange-tinted narcissist with a fourth grade vocabulary, a corn silk comb-over and bone spurs cobbled together a confederacy of angry confederates, angry misogynists, angry isolationists and Russian bloggers to become the least popular, most powerful person in the free world.

Meanwhile, perhaps the most overqualified, most female person ever to win the popular vote retired to the sylvan glades of Westchester County, New York and a book deal. These cartoons chronicle the unpredictable race.