In Politico’s “Trumpology: A Master Class”, the byline is “There are five people who’ve gone deeper on The Donald than anyone else alive. We brought them together for the definitive conversation about who he really is.”
All of them, to a tee, are liberals who despise Trump.
Glasser: One last thing I’ve got to know from everybody. Is Donald Trump going to be the president?
D’Antonio: No.
O’Brien: No.
Blair: I hope not.
Barrett: No.
D’Antonio: I believe in America.
Barrett: I don’t think the same nation that elected Barack Obama twice could possibly elect Trump. It’s the same country. I mean, I think there’s an awful lot of racism, if you can tap into it, but I don’t think the country, as a whole, is racist. So there’s a limit.
You get the idea.
A sidebar features the following excerpt from Harry Hurt’s Lost Tycoon: The Many Lives of Donald J. Trump (1993):
“Donald is so embarrassed by the sorry state of his physique that he wears undershorts and a T-shirt even when he is in bed. Thanks to a diet of junk foods and an aversion to exercise, his waist, his thighs, and his buttocks have swollen as thick and spongy as giant doughnuts. And most disconcerting of all, as far as he’s concerned, he is losing the hair on the crown of his head. … ‘The worst thing a man can do is go bald,’ he has warned one of his top executives. ‘Never let yourself go bald.’”
How’s that for quality, long-form journalism? This from a guy who used to work for Newsweek and Texas Monthly and who has “contributed to Sports Illustrated, Esquire and Playboy.”
I’m sure he, or one of his ilk, are working hard to pen cute excursions on Hillary Clinton’s physique.
