"I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum."--Pink Floyd
Keep Talking Wingnuts has been busy trying not to upset the enemy as they destroy themselves with a Trumpzilla of their own creation. I always thought the dying screams of the Republican party would be more David-Brooksian-whine than Wilhelm, but, hey, rump parties are hard to predict, and there are a lot of blood-thirsty xenophobes outside the rarefied chambers of New York City.
And yet New York City is the birthplace of Trumpzilla style Nationalistic Populism. Almost as if proximity to Brooksian Bullshit breeds a less squishy version that just comes right out and says what polite company only thinks.
That being said, I'm still shorting Trump at Predict It.