You people don't understand.
Pelosi is playing the long game. She's building a devastating case against Trump, but she's only going to act on it when he's at his most vulnerable: on 2020 Election Day. That day, she'll be waiting, before everyone all arrive, at the penthouse where the Republicans will have planned their reelection party. At her side: Robert Mueller. When the Republicans will have arrived, Pelosi will tell Trump, "Mr President, you can not contest this election, you have been impeached!" Following a royal gesture from her divinely delicate hands, Mueller will put the cuffs on Trump's wrists and escort him to jail, where Trump will share a cell with - Putin.
As it will have been too late for the Republicans to nominate another candidate, Kamala Harris will automatically be declared the winner of the election (Jill Stein will also be in Trump's jail and the Green Party will have repented its sins by this time and become the Democratic chapter of Ciswhitesville). Kamala will be taken to the podium by a cab drawn not by horses, but by Bernie Sanders, Ilhan Omar, and Susan Sarandon, while a very diverse crowd - more diverse than Bernie has ever seen - throw flowers and, um, hot sauce on the cab's path.
Kamala will climb up to the podium like a queen, where the House Leader will already be awaiting. Pelosi has a crown in her hands, and Kamala, the brightest smile ever seen by the crowd in her face. To no one's expectations, Pelosi, then, is going to drop a bomb: There is a secret article in the Constitution, and that article stipulates that, if a president is impeached, the presidency must be passed to the defeated candidate of the previous election. Everyone understands what that means. Suddenly, the crowd breaks in two, and a path opens to Hillary Clinton, on whom sheds a light that no one knows where it came from.
Overtaken by emotion, Hillary walks toward the podium: the presidency is hers - now until the end of days. She climbs the steps, but, to no one's surprise, she falls - or almost, since Kamala, with tears of happiness streaming down her face, extends her generous hands to prevent her predecessor and role model from rolling down the stairs like a football.
Pelosi extends her hands over Hillary's head, delicately placing the crown where it belongs. The crown is made entirely of diamonds, and its brilliance is such that Bernie, watching the scene from the crowd, loses sight permanently as he looks directly at it.
It's as if the 2016 election, stolen by Trump and Putin from its legitimate winner, never happened. Hillary, Pelosi, and Kamala will be happy ever after. And, um, the America, too.
Just have trust in Pelosi.