Most people consider Secretariat to be the greatest racehorse who ever lived. If you watch the grainy YouTube video of his final race of the Triple Crown, you might not believe your eyes: He won that race by an astonishing 31 lengths, and his official time still stands as the fastest ever.

Upon completing the Triple Crown, Secretariat won a few more races and then entered a long and happy retirement, siring dozens of fine racehorses — living the life of a horse king.

I thought of Secretariat as I pondered the big question that will loom larger and larger as this year unfolds: How can we help the greatest U.S. president who ever lived adjust to a happy and healthy retirement? How can we honor him and give him the life he so richly deserves?

Now just in case there’s any ambiguity about the president I’m referring to, let me be clear: I speak of none other than former President Donald J. Trump. In his own mind, and in the minds of well over 50 million of his followers, there is no question that Trump was and always will be the greatest president who ever lived.

I am still undecided on this matter, but I certainly believe that the office of the president is extremely important, and every person who earns the right to occupy the Oval Office deserves respect for eternity. Of course, I also have deep respect for members of Congress and the judiciary. Without this respect, the fabric of our democracy would quickly disintegrate.

Finally, now let me address the racehorse in the room: What if Trump loses his bid for reelection in 2024? How can we honor him if this comes to pass? This is where Secretariat gallops onto the scene. It’s clear to me that, given that Trump had such a difficult time accepting his loss in 2020, and given that he is, indeed, a former U.S president who deserves the respect that his title commands, the answer is obvious: Congress must immediately create a blue-ribbon committee. Its goal will be to create the greatest retirement home possible for a man whom many believe to be the greatest president — and perhaps even the greatest human being — who ever lived.

This committee should work with experts on architecture, history, psychology and political science. I propose a budget of between $5 billion and $10 billion. Some might consider this figure overindulgent, even offensive, but I believe it would be money very well spent. Consider it an investment in keeping the peace.

What might this retirement home look like? Well, I awakened at three o’clock this morning, and, like Secretariat, my mind has been racing ever since. To begin with, the home must be a full-size, working replica of the White House, right down to the Oval Office, Resolute Desk, and Situation Room. It must appear to be fully staffed (perhaps 1,000 actors would suffice), and include dozens of televisions, all carrying live feeds from production crews posing as Fox News, Newsmax and CNN.

There would need to be several actors posing as his closest confidants, from Steve Bannon to Gen. Mike Flynn to Rudy Giuliani (indeed, Giuliani might even be willing to play himself, for a modest salary.) President Trump would be surrounded by yes men and yes women, and he would be able to watch coverage of himself 24 hours a day. (Admittedly, he might not choose to watch the CNN coverage often, but it would be essential to always have it available, just in case he needed to get his own blood boiling, for energy.)

Dozens of other actors would always be available to pose as heads of state and members of the media. He could call or even Zoom with “Netanyahu,” “Putin,” or “Bob Woodward” whenever the fancy struck.

In his retirement, President Trump could do anything he pleased. He could order the execution of members of Congress and the assassinations or imprisonment of governors, protesters, and celebrities — and the actors playing his yes men would say yes and the actors playing his victims would put on a wonderful show. And no one would actually get hurt.

I can’t imagine a better retirement for the man who might be the greatest president who ever lived. And I don’t know if any of us could ever get tired of watching him winning and winning and winning, right off into the sunset.

Michael Fleck lives in Greenfield.