For a few brief shining minutes last week Donald Trump vanished from Twitter. He was there and then he was gone. He didn’t exist. It was good. Everyone was happy. Autumn had come to the west coast and brown leaves were blowing across the driveway. The dog found a big new stick which immediately replaced his big old stick. At least six different neighborhood children dressed as Pennywise for Halloween, and four neighborhood adults. A full moon hung briefly over the local mountain. The bowl of candy corn in the kitchen lasted barely half the week. People tweeted: