It’s a struggle for domination and Our Magnificent Orangeness continues down the path of nepotism at any cost (including sales of Ivanka’s Spring Collection). Heir apparent to the position of God, Jared Kushner, has already been shouldered with the following responsibilities: (1) reinventing government to run like a “great American company” (Polaroid comes to mind); (2) being the point man in diplomatic relations with over two dozen countries including China, Mexico, and Canada; (3) brokering peace between the Israelis and the Palestinians (what say we get that one done first, maybe next Tuesday); (4) solving the opioid crisis; (5) reforming the criminal justice system; (6) modernizing the Department of Verteran’s Affairs; and (7) serving as liaison to the Muslim community. It’s a good thing Tom Brady’s got a few seasons left in him or Jared would no doubt be tapped to fill his shoes as well. All that stands in the way of Kushner achieving omnipotence (and chronic acid reflux) is the man who, until a few days ago, appeared to hold the keys to the dilithium crystals on the Starship Enterprise. What follows is a photo essay tracing the political rise and fall of that man, who shall remain nameless.