Life’s Persistent Questions

The leopard can’t change its spots. Trump can claim all sorts of things in the heat of the campaign, but hopefully people realize that any change of tune at this point would be in the service of getting votes, and not an indication that he’s had a change of heart on any particular issue. It’s all very much in keeping with his transactional nature, his propensity for making one-sided deals.

He’s already sold his soul to the devil and anyone else who compliments him. He’s putty in the hands of the Heritage Foundation and many others, a deceptively illiterate stooge who bludgeons his way through public appearances and the rare press conference. He can’t speak policy because others are speaking it for him, or feeding it to him. And besides—he doesn’t care, anyway.

His motives have always been highly suspect. He’s a thug wannabe, incapable of statesmanship. And he really wants to avoid criminal prosecution.

So, what the hell is he doing running for President? Now there’s a question that’s only been asked two or three billion times…

It’s difficult to comprehend the hubris. Or is it just desperation?

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