Now that Trump has won the presidency, the attention in Michigan turns to Gov. Gretchen Whitmer’s political future.

Oddsmakers in the smoke-filled back rooms have crowned her the Democratic winner in the wake of the Kamala Harris ass-kicking. The thinking goes something like this: With Harris out of the way, Whitmer’s runway is clear. She simply serves out her last two years, obstructing Trump at every opportunity on the friendly talk-show circuit. Once she’s termed out in 2026, she has two full years to clink crystal goblets and grub obscene amounts of money from the Silicon Valley elite for a presidential run.

I wouldn’t bet on it. Because now—after five years of lockdowns and political subterfuge—comes the mop bucket of accountability. Robert F. Kennedy Jr. has promised that all swamp creatures shall be dragged into the light. RFK trolls Dr. Anthony Fauci. He tweets that the revolving doormen of Big Pharma and Big Government should pack their pages and preserve their documents. Accountability is coming.

I am told from those within the Trump transition that this will include Whitmer and the coverup of the nursing home deaths in Michigan. Remember, I had to sue the governor’s health department for the long-term care facility Covid-death data, which, in the end, did not exist, despite Whitmer’s emergency directive requiring it.

The true death toll at these facilities may be twice as high as the official numbers, according to a report by the Michigan Auditor General and a study published in the Journal of the American Medical Association which showed nursing homes that commingled the infected elderly with the healthy had a death toll 72% higher than those facilities that didn’t.

All of this, of course, has been ignored by the pandering poodles of the state’s media who have exposed themselves as propaganda pets for the Democratic Party.

There is that, and there is the fact that the country got a heaping bowlful of Whitmer’s buffoonery and smugness. The ginned-up bar scenes with Kamala Harris and the bus tour to nowhere. The bizarre homoerotic eucharist with the Dorito-licking social media influencer.

Now the country knows what we know in Michigan. Whitmer is a TikTok lightweight. She channels Meryl Streep, but comes off as Ethel Merman. She is incapable of doing the serious business of governing. The Great Lakes State is rudderless and heading for the rocks. Consider that Detroit is still one of America’s most dangerous cities, even with the cooked crime data.

Like Tim Walz’s Minnesota, Michigan is currently a cesspool of failing schools and college graduates fleeing the state, heading for any hill not named Farmington, Rochester, or Auburn. Whitmer’s latest budget robbed the teachers’ pension system (already $30 billion underfunded) to balance her unsustainable and bloated ledger, with no sense of future or priority. Meanwhile, public school kids took an inflationary cut. Crumbling pension plans: That’s how Detroit went bankrupt, remember.

Michigan’s population would be shrinking were it not for the illegal aliens, and now Whitmer is pushing to provide them with drivers licenses and housing vouchers, while citizens struggle to make rent.

Business attraction? Forget about it. Her corporate cash giveaways have led to manufacturing job losses, not job gains. Thousands of autoworkers have been laid off in the last two months alone, despite the Gretchen Gravy Train.

Remember, too, that Whitmer was a national co-chair for the Harris campaign, which blew through $10 million a day and finds itself $20 million in debt. Even so, the Whitmer-led Democrats lost every lever of power, including the Michigan House. Not to be deterred, Whitmer is trying to ram a rancid wishlist through the lame-duck legislature, which includes transgender sex education in public schools.

Whitmer’s crew should remember that national scrutiny is the air fryer that sucks the juice from political ambition. Our governor and her retinue of millennial pillow fluffers would be wise to remember that. And remember to preserve those documents, because it’s going to be a brutal two years.

Charlie LeDuff is a reporter educated in public schools.