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Donald Trump.
Billionaire. Presidential Candidate. Dumb Ass?
He’s opinionated. He’s rich. He’s over the top.
He flies into the Iowa State Fair in his Trump-copter.
He lands, screams “make America Great Again,” then lets children ride in his chopper like it’s a hobby-horse in front of the local grocery store.
If nothing else, the guy knows how to generate interest.
Trump is running for President, but he is not presidential, at least not yet. Not in the conventional sense of the word.
But perhaps conventional is pase. Perhaps conventional is why America is sick and tired of the political process, the status quo, the state of affairs in this great country.
Can Trump be elected? He is still number one in the polls.
The more unconventional he acts, the farther ahead he surges.
Here’s a quote: “You know, it really doesn’t matter what the media write as long as you’ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.”
Can you imagine FDR saying that?
Clinton thought it and actually acted upon it, but say it out loud?
Ha.
Trump has ripped women and immigrants and just about anything with a pulse.
His opponents rip into him as a carnival Huxter and Trump laughs and rips them back.
The crowd around Trump at the fair looks like ticks on a Shetland pony.
Meanwhile Rick Santorum is surrounded by oak trees, empty space and a grill full of burgers that nobody cares to eat.
Trump is unconventional and he is a force.
But for how long?
He is a pit bull taking on international villains like China.
“Listen you m—–f——, we’re going to tax you 25 percent
I beat China all the time he says, his possum hairdo dancing in the breeze.
It’s political theater of the absurd, and The Donald is saying what he wants because the polls say he can.
Is America this tired of the status quo?
Or is Trump the right man for the job?
Or is Hillary and the rest of the lot so stomach turning that its last call for alcohol and you’ll take any girl home at the end of the night?
“The wall will go up and Mexico will start behaving.”
Trump will say almost anything at any time.
If any other politician says this, its political suicide.
For Trump?
It’s sorbet to cleanse the palate till his next egregiously outlandish pronouncement.
Regardless of what happens, whether he stays in or falls out, Trump is amazingly entertaining.
My 16-year-old son is interested in the process.
“It’s amazing,” he says looking up from his omnipresent iPhone.
He’s talking about the buffoonery and three-ring circus that is the Trump campaign.
He is right. Donald Trump is a neon colored carnival act in a monastery full of so what.
He’s a bull horn in church.
He is nuns pulling up their habits and screaming “F You!” at the Pope.
He’s a four car pile up on the Long Island Expressway.
There’s no doubt the Donald is a good businessman.
There’s no doubt he speaks his mind without reservation or regard.
The question is this.
Can you run a country like you run a business?
TRUMP enterprises is run by one man.
DONALD TRUMP.
He is despot, dictator, chairman of the board.
Bombastic. Bully. Billionaire.
America dumped tea into a harbor long ago when a unilateral force tried to exert ultimate and defining control over the American populace.
As much as we would like our country to run efficiently, like a Trump business, the USA is not a business.
If America was an industry, it would have a big sign on the window that says CLOSED.
One man cannot unilaterally decide anything in a country this diverse, this complex, this massive.
But people see Trump as the man who can fight China and bring back jobs and say no to illegal border crossings.
It’s all words. One man in America will never have this power. The Constitution guarantees it.
But the quixotic flavor of possibility is what attracts voters to Trump like termites to rotting wood.
Whoever is president has to coalesce and congeal and repair and heal.
Trump has all the healing qualities of a Zulu spear dipped in rat poison.
Whoever will lead this country must be able to erase the divisions between blue and red and bring the nation together.
At this time in the race, Trump is a spectacle who has yet to definitively state how he will right the ship.
But in a field of 16 political wind bags, to get noticed you have to be different.
50 shades of gray only works in the bedroom, not in the Oval Office.
On a turbine farm of a 1,000 wind mills. Can you really identify that special turbine? A field of white monoliths, standing tall, standing rigid, blades spinning in unison. White and white and more white. But what if one of those turbines was bright pink? What if the blades were coated in Christmas lights and told off-color jokes in the most inappropriate times?
Would you be drawn to that wind turbine?
Yes, you would.
And that is Donald Trump, the candidate. He is a neon colored wind turbine churning up a vortex cloud of bluster.
Some Americans hate Donald Trump. He’s arrogant and brash and insensitive and racist.
Some Americans love Donald Trump. He’s business savvy and politically different and socially unafraid.
Can he win? Will he last? Can he be presidential?
Running a country isn’t exactly like running a business.
Many of the things that make Trump appetizing to the populace are exactly what may end up derailing him from the process.
Electing a president isn’t like crowning a beauty queen.
Sing a song, play a piano, tell me why you want world peace, look hot in a bikini.
If it were this easy, Trump might win on bumptiousness alone.
America might not be ready to see Trump in a bikini.
But this is America. It just might.
The president of the USA has to be able to lead not only a nation, but the world.
The world has seen despots and dictators before.
Ask yourself how that worked out?
Battles lines are drawn and time will tell.
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