It occurred to me the other day, while pondering the cataclysm that is the Republican presidential field, that should the very worst case occur and we somehow end up with a President Ted Cruz, it’s very likely that a good number of us living here may have only two degrees of separation with the leader of the free world.
In the course of raising kids, moments come along periodically that crystallize your efforts into little prisms that reflect how your influence and their individuality have blended into a unique personality. In these moments, you may be struck by the surprising brilliance of colors that results.
The problem with asking people why they like Donald Trump after you just told them why they shouldn’t like Donald Trump is they tend to just brush aside your careful arguments and continue to cheer him anyway.
The best characterization I’ve read to date on Donald Trump described the candidate as what we would get if online comment boards became human and ran for president. Actually, it’s worse than that, because he’s gone a large step further and is more than willing to attach his name and face to one hateful, paranoid comment after another, as opposed to spewing invective from behind the cloak of anonymity, which is the usual behavior online.
We passed another kid milestone last week when Little Miss 10th-Grader left for school in the morning with a mouthful of unobstructed pearly whites and returned later that day with the makings of a medium-sized Erector set attached to her teeth.