Gentle readers, we have for the past months been keeping that track of the candidacy of Donald J. Trump, the billionaire real estate tycoon who is attempting to attain the nomination of the Republican party for President of the United States.
We note that many folks are confounded at Trump's seemingly unstoppable success. He has said a whole lot of stuff that is patently offensive goof-ass blather, and every time the slavering maniacs of the left and the craven losers of the Republican establishment pronounce his candidacy dead, up go his poll numbers. Why is this?
Well, it is simply illustrated by the following apocryphal tale:
There was once a couple who had a son, age two. Following the mother's family tradition, the boy was stood up before a table on which was set a pocket New Testament ; a miniature liquor bottle; and a dollar bill. The tradition was that if the boy picked up the pocket Bible he would become a minister of God; if the dollar bill, a businessman; and if the miniature booze bottle, an entertainer.
When the boy was directed toward the table, he toddled over and picked up the New Testament. His mother sighed and touched her heart, as she had always wanted a son in the ministry.
But then the boy tucked the Bible into the bib of his overalls, picked up the dollar bill and the liquor bottle, and toddled away.
His mom's jaw dropped almost to the floor. Her husband looked at her and said:
"Well, I'll be damned, Madge. The boy's gonna be a politician!"
We bet Trump was that kid.