"A high functioning sociopath?" John repeated, incredulously.
"Obviously in a different vein from me," Sherlock replied impatiently. "He may appear to be vacuous and inarticulate, but look at the man's results. He has remade the United States … the United States, mind you … in his own image. The Supreme Court will be right wing for decades to come. The American Congress has been rendered completely dysfunctional and irrelevant, and the entire world hangs on his every tweet. It's quite an impressive accomplishment." At his desk, he made a careful mark on a sheet of paper, which he then folded into an envelope and placed into a large box of identical envelopes, each printed with variations on the legend: OFFICIAL ELECTION MAIL, BALLOT ENCLOSED.
John eyed the two dozen boxes already crowding the flat, each ready to ship to a different location in the States, where no doubt Sherlock had arranged for their contents to be deposited in ballot drop boxes. "All votes for Trump?"
"Absolutely. To ensure his win in certain close states," Sherlock replied, as John looked astonished. "But when he loses overall and demands a recount," Sherlock continued, "These ballots will be discovered to have been cast by dead people and he will go down decisively due to widespread election fraud. The race, obviously, must go to Biden."