Time to rain some white phosphorus on the Trump Love Parade. Let it come down.
“Any day now, Donald Trump is finally going to confess,” writes Steve Sebelius in the Las Vegas Review-Journal.
Any day now, Trump is going to admit what savvy observers have long suspected, that his bid for the presidency is actually the most elaborate pilot episode of a brand-new reality series loosely modeled on “Punk’d.” But, oh, so much bigger.
Any day now, Trump is going to reveal he’s really running for Punkmaster General of the United States.
Any day now. […]
At one point, long ago, it seemed possible the Trump candidacy was a favor to the Clintons, a way to clear the GOP field with a scenery-chewing ringmaster no media person could resist. But the joke has been so long-running and well-executed, even the Clinton machine couldn’t have thought it up.
There will be many people who will be disappointed and even angry when they realize…
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