Donald John Trump may have proven his financial chops by mastering the intricacies of bankruptcy court, and shown his leadership abilities by mesmerizing morons from his reality television perch - and when it comes to practicing diplomacy, the Trump standard approach of mocking and yelling seems to also be working well with Republican primary voters.
This week the man with the bad toupee loosed his wrath on Pope Francis after the pontiff questioned the billionaire's basic Christianity. The Donald called the Pope's remarks shameful. Then, before the stink from that little tantrum had time to rise and drift away in cloud of lightening and hot air that seems to be constantly enveloping the Republican race to the White House, the imbecilic Trump moved on to another twenty-first century icon, Apple, Inc. The billionaire blowhard determined that since Apple was refusing to develop a technology that would allow the FBI to unlock iPhones and invade our privacy even further than it already has, good patriotic Americans - like him - should boycott the company.
That's right, America. Take your pansy little iPhones and throw them in the trash! Put that in your pipe and tweet it, Tim Cook!
What a man our Donald is - what a man! He has figured out that you don't have to be smart to be President, or compassionate, or even truthful. The key to success in politics today is simply this: be LOUD! Bash the poor and defenseless, call your opponents names, threaten lawsuits - and do it all very, very loudly. And if it ever gets to the point where being loud fails to fire up the knuckle-draggers, bring in Sarah Palin and overwhelm them with STUPID!
Loud and stupid. The Republican party has been slowly sliding into the sewer ever since Eisenhower chose Nixon for his running mate way back in 1952. Now, sixty-four years later it would seem that the Grand Old Party is neck-deep in its own greedy, racist, misogynistic, homophobic bile and must either begin extricating itself from the loud and stupid, or drown in its own ignorance and float out into the mists of history.
My sense is that the party is ending - and it's all over but the shouting.