Eric Swalwell is toast.

He will not be California's next governor.

So I’m not going to pretend to know the details and intricacies of Eric Swalwell’s alleged sexual encounters with a former staffer, who reportedly “was too drunk to consent.”

I don’t know what happened. Or didn’t happen. I don’t know who the woman is, what role she served, how this initially came out.

What I do know is, without question, Eric Swalwell is toast.

He will not become California’s next governor.

Is this fair? Innocent before proven guilty and all that? Not entirely, at least in a legal sense. But as former New York Knicks guard Micheal Ray Richardon said of the 1981 New York Knicks, “The ship be sinking.” As we speak, multiple staffers bolted the Swalwell campaign, and myriad groups withdrew their support. Rusty Hicks, the Democratic party chairman, has yet to call for Swalwell to resign, but he referred to the allegations as “deeply disturbing.” For his part, Swalwell released a pedestrian shit-I’m-in-some-trouble statement: “These allegations are false and come on the eve of an election against the frontrunner for governor. For nearly 20 years, I have served the public — as a prosecutor and a congressman and have always protected women. I will defend myself with the facts and where necessary bring legal action. My focus in the coming days is to be with my wife and children and defend our decades of service against these lies.”

And here’s the thing …

Well, two things …

First, were Eric Swalwell up 10 … 15 … 20 points, maybe (maybe) he could somehow survive the fallout. Hell, Bill Clinton and Donald Trump won presidencies. But this is a Spandex-tight three-way race, with Tom Steyer and former Congresswoman Katie Porter nipping at Swalwell’s heels. The last poll I saw had Swalwell at 12 percent, Steyer at 11, Porter at 7. Bro’s about to plummet.

Second, there’s something that (thank goodness) separates the modern Democratic Party and modern Republican Party, and it’s this: We (generally) don’t embrace people who brag about “grabbing women by the pussies,” people who mock women for their looks and weight, people who duck backstage to see naked pageant contestants, people who (most certainly) fucked around with 15-years olds, people who paid off porn stars in hush money.

Maybe, politically, that’s been a mistake. Maybe we should go all Trump, and tar Swalwell’s accuser as a liar, a fraud, a money-hungry bitch. Maybe we should be awful humans seeking nothing more than fame and power, humanity be damned.

But … no.

We don’t do that.

Thankfully.

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Now, I will say this: Understanding the way the political game is played, I am irked/annoyed/appalled by the apparent excitement expressed by some of Swalwell’s opponents.

Matt Mahan, no longer a viable candidate and a dude who should have dropped out long ago …

Antonio Villaraigosa, no longer a viable candidate and a dude who should have dropped out long ago …

Xavier Becerra, no longer a viable candidate and a dude who should have dropped out long ago …

Are these men truly hurting for the victim? Are they overcome by empathy and pain? Um, no. They wanna win an election and revive floundering campaigns, and here’s a sweet chance to do so.

Ultimately, what we have before us is an allegedly sick and grotesque act from a man who looked to be our next governor.

What we have before us is downfall.

There is nothing to celebrate.