There’s a piece up on American Thinker, by Shurk: “What do the Democrats Fear in Donald Trump? Greatness”. Please read, O Ratty (and I’m sure some kind soul will link to it😬).
We’ve gotten used to The Don, even we might forget how totally extraordinary he, everything about him, actually is.
Oh yeah, people will mock us, as they mock him, revile us, say all manner of evil against us as they do against him. (I don’t intend a sacrilege, I’m just making use of the marvelous poesy of the scripture) Isn’t that the mark of all who “have made greatness [their] companion”?
( As you’ll surmise, that line, and the title, are part of Yeats’ ouevre.)
My chest swelled with pride and sympathy reading Shurk’s piece. Make fun of me, I don’t care, not a bit.
And to borrow a lyric from Sir Andrew:
All you have to do/ Is look at him to know/ That EVERY WORD…IS….TRUE!