It’s hard to dislike Donald Trump because everything he does, from marrying and divorcing women, to operating casinos, to suing Palm Beach International Airport to have the flight path moved away from his house, to starring in his own hit TV show, he does with verve, panache, and unbridled enjoyment.
It’s no different with his quest for the presidency. He’s done it before (and as a cartoonist, I am grateful), and he’ll probably drop out again this time once it becomes more trouble than fun. In the meantime, we get to go along for the ride.
Seeing The Donald spar on the same stage with Michele Bachmann will be like having Christmas in midsummer. There’s no question he’s more interesting to listen to than those two stiffs, Tim Pawlenty and Mitt Romney. He’s less irritating than the Foghorn Leghorn caricature of a southern pol, Haley Barbour. I’m guessing Sarah Palin will have declined to run.
Because he’s so flamboyant and makes for such compelling video and printed copy, he can play the media like Bach played a pipe organ. We love him. See? I’m even writing about him.
This birther business is insane. He’s too smart not to know that. He’s also crafty enough to ride it as far as he can. More power to him.