One of my frequent commenters, 4zen, wonders if I’m starting to like Donald Trump. Bite my tongue.
No question, he’s a B candidate. As in B-movie.
B as in brash, brazen, braggart, bumptious, bizarre, badass, bull-in-the-china-shop. And the ever-popular, bloviating.
Did I leave any out?
I like the sideshow he’s orchestrating. How not to like it.
Who hasn’t enjoyed those hilarious moments when he’s been exposing the Achilles heels of an assortment of GOP presidential lightweights?
Jeb Bush”s vacillating, shifting position on the Iraq War. Lindsey Graham’s political expediency Rick Perry’s hebetude.
Trump is the burr in the howdah on the Republican elephant.
Of course, all the so-called serious Republicans write him off. He’s unfit to hold the office of POTUS. Would you want, they say, Trump anywhere near a nuclear missile?
Trump’s critics on the Right forget they foisted someone like that on us not too long ago. Someone who paved the way for the likes of a Mr. Trump, albeit in a very tortuous way.
How do I, a progressive and a liberal, feel about all this?
I’m lovin’ it! Trump has the Gang on the Right, the gang that can’t shoot straight, squirming for dear life.
Now I heard Trump is playing his trump card, his nuclear option: the unthinkable 3rd Party candidacy. If his Conservative rivals don’t cool their jets.
Like the geopolitical aphorism reminds us: Your enemy’s enemy is your friend.
Mr. Trump, let ’em have it!