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A Cheap Date

Donald Trump's big advantage
is that he is never going to be President.

I don't know whether Mr. Trump wants to be President
but he is not going to be President.  Ever.
As a consequence, it is safe to cheer him on.

Immigrants from Latin America, Mr. Trump says,
are criminals: rapists, drug dealers, and purveyors of filthy ceramics.
He said, then unsaid, that we should build a wall
along our southern border from Texas to California,
and then we should force Mexico to pay for the wall.
That is pure nonsense, of course,
but since Mr. Trump is never going to be President
it is perfectly safe to cheer him on.

It is a free pass for stupid ideas.
We won't really have to live with them.

The Donald surely knows that, too.
He is, himself, an example of what to do.
He can say anything.
It is not ever going to happen.
His ego is larger than Mount Rushmore:
even if it erodes a bit, he will think of himself grandly.

As a consequence, people are coming up out of the dark
to cheer for Mr. Trump, urging him to say more:  anything!
Pretend that Sarah Palin is Barbie with a brain.
If you think Black people are not intelligent, say so!
If you despise John McCain, anyway, scorn his war record!
If you cringe just looking at Lindsay Graham, snark him!

People can stand up and cheer for Donald Trump
when he says things they have been reluctant to say out loud
because those things would have caused people to scorn you.
Cheer for Trump!  Stand in his shadow!  Let him say it!
He isn't ever going to become President, anyway!

It is a very cheap date.
No cost.  Nice hair.
Really open to things you want to say.
And you don't even have to say them:
he will!

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