TRUMP IS DEAD

TRUMP IS DEAD

You’ve just witnessed it.

Like the sudden flaring of grease above your frying pan, Trump has flamed out.

While he once appeared to be another Hitler, he metamorphosed into a buffoon.  

Too bad.  He was so entertaining.  Even the Los Angeles Times thought so.  To my amazement—I actually counted them--a couple of Sundays ago Trump was the main topic in seven different articles.

But it couldn’t last, and we all knew it. Some of us just hoped he’d prevail long enough to create some lively drama at the Republican convention in July. We’ve become like spectators at the Roman Coliseum, morbidly fascinated by the carnage taking place down on the arena floor.

But now it won’t happen, and the reason is plain: the man has simply been unable to put his brain in gear before he speaks. 

Honestly. How did he imagine he could survive the statement that women who get abortions should be punished?  Trouble is, as he fumbled in front of a reporter who was pushier than he is, he didn’t imagine anything . . . because that’s never been his modus operandi. He never imagines, he just blabs--assuming that whatever comes out of his mouth will make his followers love him more.  And some actually do.

We’ve all watched the spectacle, the alternate spewing of hatred for some (“I’d like to punch him in the nose!”) and love for others. The adoring crowds, the Donald swooning in public. “They all love me!” he keeps chanting. “My people love me!”    

Sadly, the adoration and swooning are pretty much over, though he may not know it. Besides trashing Megyn Kelly and Mexicans and Muslims and Bernie supporters, and fellow candidates and now women seeking abortions, he managed (in Wisconsin), to elicit boos for Wisconsite Paul Ryan, Speaker of the house. . . . the biggest wheel in his own party.   

I doubt The Donald will win another state. 

We’ll miss the drama, the latest outrage that enlivens the six-thirty news. From time to time his flame may flicker a bit, but the truly spectacular fireworks are over.

In a way, we spectators should be grateful. None of us thought this breath-taking show would last as long as it did.