Well, as I see it, there were really three options open to the Republican party before tonight (leaving seppuku off the list, of course.)
The first one would have been to actually find a way to beat Donald Trump fair and square. Fair and square? Slap my face, Mama, that was never going to happen- after all, we are talking Republicans here, and fair and square isn't really in their playbook.
Anyway, the chance for that option is vanishing as fast as a Lamborghini ahead of you on the I-15 on the way to Vegas at about 3:30 in the morning.
Second, I suppose is having Trump meet with an unfortunate accident. That, however, is unlikely on the grounds of cowardice, and not getting their hands dirty. I mean, they do hate dirt.
Third is to cheat him out of a bunch of his delegates.
So, I guess, I have to go with option number three.
Of course, there would be the option of facing the catastrophe they have created, give up on 2016, and promise God never to do it again, in return for him not striking them down with a few plagues.
Nah- that's the least likely of the bunch. So, I'm sticking with the notion that they will just cheat him out of the nomination, and what the hell can he do about it anyway?