The Washington chattering class is perplexed and bedeviled by a political alien by the name of Donald Trump, who just doesn’t have the good manners to die, no matter how hard they try to kill him. No, like The Terminator, he keeps on coming, advancing through the fusillade of snide and snarky bullets, oblivious to the ad hominem walls of fire in his path, and immune to their favorite weapon: rhetorical condescension and ridicule.  Just ask George Will. “For such is the nature of man, that howsoever they may acknowledge many others to be more witty, or more eloquent, or more learned; Yet they will hardly believe there be many so wise as themselves: For they see their own wit at hand, and other men’s at a distance.”  -- Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan Yet, for some inexplicable reason, the more Trump is bashed the more people love him. Why?  He’s brash, not polished.  He’s vulgar, not erudite.  He’s a recent...(Read Full Article)