The sewage stopped flowing into the Potomac. The pumps kicked in. The pipe got patched.

End of crisis? Hardly.

For a few gloriously gross days, raw sewage exploded into the river — and Washington followed suit. A busted pipe, ancient infrastructure, zero grace under pressure. Officials scrambled. Blame splattered everywhere. Nobody grabbed a mop.

It was Trump’s Washington in full, filthy form: systems neglected, pressure building, then boom — a public mess no one wants to own. The river filled with waste. The air filled with finger-pointing. Same stink, different outlets.

Yes, the poop is gone.
No, the problem isn’t.

The pipe’s sealed.
The swamp’s still wide open.