Donald the clownish, unserious candidate / foil to Jeb! = funny
Donald the GOP frontrunner = not funny
Donald the President-elect = buy fire insurance
For the sake of our future children, I hope it never comes to that because electing Donald Trump would make America—the greatest social endeavor in human history—into nothing more than a tawdry, tired joke.
Are any of the other candidates any better? Yes, in at least one sense: each of them holds at least some modicum of dignity for the Office and reverence for what America ought to stand for in the world. Donald has none of that. He has an ego the size of Jupiter and proven track record of brutal abuses of the "little guy" he claims to be championing. At the very least, all of the other candidates would bring a degree of soberness to what ought to be the most serious of responsibilities. The American Presidency is better than Donald Trump. But if we can't see that, the joke's on us.
Donald fans who persist are the political equivalent of the guy who always takes the joke too far, who lacks the tact to know that there's a line that for the good of everyone around just shouldn't be crossed.
It's time for the joke to end. Don't be that guy.
How, one wonders, will future generations look back at this behavior [of conservatives allowing Trump to hijack conservatism]? How will they comprehend that at the end of February 2016 under 10 percent of all super PAC spending had been trained on Donald Trump? How will they see John Kasich’s admission that he doesn’t know if he should even be president, or process that Ben Carson put the construction of his own political shopping network above the country he supposedly loved? And what will they make of the fact that Ted Cruz and Marco Rubio wasted so much time pretending that they meaningfully disagreed with each other? Now is the time to throw everything at Trump, and to stop this disaster in its tracks. Will our children wonder why we were so reluctant?
Tomorrow night, as they stand on either side of Trump, Marco Rubio and Ted Cruz must find their resolve and all-but-machine-gun the man to the floor. Incidentally, when I say “everything,” I really do mean everything. Tomorrow night, as they stand on either side of Trump, Marco Rubio and Ted Cruz must find their resolve and all-but-machine-gun the man to the floor. Without breaks for water or silence for applause, they must explain that Trump is an entitled mess whose business record is so questionable that he managed to bankrupt a casino; that he is an unashamed fraud who didn’t even wait to be elected president before folding on Planned Parenthood and Obamacare, exactly like the “feckless” Congress he is running against; that he is feigning religiosity to appeal to people he believes are rubes; and, above all, that whatever he may be pretending now, he has spent a lifetime screwing the little guy. They must repeat verbatim his previous words on amnesty; they must outline in detail how his policies will make life worse for everyone; and they must point out that a Trump nomination designed to “mix things up” will result, eventually, in more of the same.