Trump

A Resolution
No Doubt Soon to be Broken

   Donald Trump is a kind of grizzly joke. He spouts off daily—coherently or not, in conformity with earlier statements of his or not, rantings of whatever comes to his mind, when not briefly interrupted by formal speeches produced by one or another of his handlers. The press—all  parts of it from mundane reporters to well paid pundits and highly placed columnists—pour out thousands of Trump-related words a day. It’s annoying, since quite repetitive, but I can’t blame those scribes. They have a subject the like of which hasn’t been around in my memory.

   But Trump, unfortunately, is a real person or at least a real phenomenon. Hard to believe, but true. Historians will have to do a lot of explaining about how a joker (“a person considered unworthy of repsect”) came to be the candidate for the United States presidency of one of the two major parties aiming at that ultimate goal. Bizarre.

   I am tempted to join the throng of commentators, but realize that I have nothing to add—other than yet more rhetoric.  That leaves me with my wobbly resolution to swear off on Trump comments.

   Let’s see how long it lasts.