Back in May I begged Donald Trump to run for president. He seemed too outlandish to be taken seriously.
Fox News says the top 10 Republican candidates will appear in its televised debates. Quinnipiac shows Trump at number eight.
I was wrong. My bad.
As it turns out, I did get my wish. Be careful what you wish for. Our standing in the world as a modern and sophisticated nation has suffered greatly. Worse, we all overestimated the intelligence of the American electorate. Rude awakening.
I’m talking in the past tense because Trump’s campaign imploded this week. If you listened closely you could hear the air rush out.
The guy who said he could shoot someone on 5th Avenue without losing votes is done. Between the Heidi Cruz pics, trying to destroy a reporter for telling the truth and Trump’s ill advised abortion ad lib… poof.
The actual poof proof will come Tuesday in Wisconsin. Oh, it will come.
This campaign has likely reduced the monetary value of the Trump name greatly. Who wants to live in a Trump named building now? Ah, sweet schadenfreude.
The Republican Party, who’ve legitimized Trump, his birtherism and other baggage, have only themselves to blame. His delegates might not win the convention. They’ll certainly affect it. It won’t be pretty.
This is not to say other politicians are pure as the driven snow. However, when the comparison is to Trump they’re positively saintly.