First I thought that Sarah Palin for President was the best hope for the Democrats. Then I set my sights higher, on Michelle Bachmann. But I now see the profound folly – worse, the profound lack of imagination – embodied in those two ideas.
Granted, either Palin or Bachmann would have been an order of magnitude more ludicrous than any candidate ever nominated for President by a major party. (Yes, even including William Jennings Bryan.) Nonetheless neither Our Sarah nor Maniacal Michelle could possibly hold a candle to … THE DONALD.
What’s really wonderful is that the dim-witted SOB might be able to parlay his loud mouth, his shamelessness, his name recognition – and a few hundred million bucks – into the GOP nomination. If that happens, I may have to reconsider my atheism.
Update Turns out the thinking above wasn’t wishful enough. The only thing better than a Trump nomination would be a Trump third-party effort. And he’s threatening just that.
Footnote I make it a rule to make one or two mistakes per year; otherwise the burden of near-omniscience would become overwhelming. And I’m glad to have gotten this year’s mistake out of the way early.