Among the most clichéd lines in Washington right now is this one: Like rats off a sinking ship. I am reminded more of hyenas.

In the African bush, the dog-like creatures secrete from their backsides a mephitic ooze called “hyena butter” as a way to mark their territory and sniff out fellow members of the pack. In D.C., the pack that has run with the top dog these last four years carries his unmistakable stench—to say nothing of the Capitol’s halls, smeared last week with the feculence of Trump’s mob—and now comes the spectacle of many of them desperately trying to rinse off.