The only way Sunday’s Town Hall debate could have been better was if Trump had come whirling onstage like Jim Carrey in “The Mask” and shouted, “Somebody STOP me!”
There are candidates who would have been chastened after political archeologists unearthed a tape of them boasting like high school jocks about their way with women. Those candidates might have begged Hillary on behalf of all females to forgive them. They might have thanked the “unbiased” moderators for giving them the opportunity to grovel before millions of viewers.
But they wouldn’t be named Donald Trump.
Trump is the John Paul Jones of presidential candidates. With water sloshing over the deck Trump yells, “I have not yet begun to fight!” He’s one–armed Gen. Phil Kearny at Chantilly, surrounded by Confederates, trying to cut his way out with a cavalry sabre. He’s America’s Populist Id defying the false cordiality and empty smiles of politics.
Don’t get me wrong here. I know Trump is going to lose.
Like Kearny he’ll be shot down by the Clinton cabal and its eager media volunteers, but like Kearny, Trump is going down hard.
I’ve attended comedies that didn’t generate the laughter and joy that Trump produced as he lit Hillary up. Trump went after Cruella Clinton in a way conservatives have wanted to see since she slithered into public life.
The Bushes, the Rubios, the Grahams and the Kasichs would have debated Hillary as if her bloviating about plans and “smart solutions” really merited serious consideration — while ignoring the rotten character and its accompanying failures that are the real issue with Hillary.
I’ve selected my five favorite Trumpisms from the debate, but you’ll have to go to my Newsmax.com column to discover which ones made the cut. Just click here: