There is an old story about a traveler who, as he passes through a tiny town out West, notices something strange: Everywhere he looks, he sees targets pasted up with bullet holes in their exact center. A bull's eye every time! "Who is this expert marksman?" he asked of one of the few pedestrians he spotted on its dusty streets, which remained undisturbed except by an occasional batch of tumbleweed following in his footsteps. "Oh, that's the work of the village idiot," he was told. "He comes through every morning shooting up everything in sight, then comes back toward the evenin' time and draws a target 'round every bullet hole."
The other day,
Meanwhile, old Mother Nature has gone on her not always merry way, paying no mind to us mere mortals, even if we're hotshots at
Yet our bien-pensant still find it easier to dismiss The Donald's simple, even simplistic, arguments than to discredit them. Condescension, not common sense, remains their stock in trade. His brevity trumps their loquacity every time. But doubt them, and you're asked, as old Groucho would put it, "Who you gonna believe, me or your own eyes?"
What have the current powers that be done for us? Besides handing Tesla generous subsidies, or distributing up to
One suspects that The Donald's real sin is his habit of shooting down the administration's fish-in-a-barrel arguments. No, that's not very sporting, but Mr. Trump has never pretended to be a gentleman.
Oh, yes, she says Mr. Trump is one of those nasty male chauvinists. And he no doubt is. He doesn't deny it. The Donald may be only the guy on the next barstool, but he's never pretended to be anything else. Indeed, he glories in it. Which, if nothing else, is a change from politics as usual.