I don’t have a lot of experience with people who settle differences with their fists, but I grew up in New York with my eyes and ears open, and even had some amount of practical enlightenment. If you present yourself as a tough guy in that society, you are likely to have to back it up at some point, and maybe have your precise toughness index gauged experimentally.Â I was surprised to hear Trump going on about how hard he was going to hit Michael Bloomberg, and some other people, for two reasons. First, Bloomberg is a little guy, and Trump acknowledged it; everybody knows from movies and popular culture that real tough guys usually make a point of picking on someone their size. In fact, one way you recognize the heavy is that he beats on smaller people.Â Second, I am unaware of any occasion in which Trump has demonstrated any degree of physical courage; no football, no water polo, no skiing black diamonds, no fistfights; no military service, nothing. Not part of his known history; well, except for that little tiff with Ivana.
A day or two later he walked it back, saying of course he meant hit with words and his rapier wit. Master of metaphor, and the smirking walkback, our Donald. But I’m still a little surprised at the original threat. I realize he’s spent his life in private schools and safe places, and I recall how quickly he dove behind the Secret Service agent when a guy jumped on the stage at a rally.Â But does anyone know of anything that could dilute the ridicule entailed by this improvisation? He didn’t say, “I’m going to borrow a couple of my friend Vladimir’s goons and have them hit these people”, he made it clear he meant to clench up his little fists and do it himself.