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Politics, is at it's very heart uncertain. Negotiations to
be undertaken, deals to be made, compromises to be accepted. There is
none of this in the language or the very being that is Donald Trump.
We live in uncomfortable times, from economic stagnation at
home to economic disintegration abroad; from disturbing scenes of death
on our streets to demonic beheadings on our screens; from Syria to
Iran; from Paris to San Bernardino; from Assad to Putin ; from one
environmental calamity to the next. Many yearn for simple answers to
problems of staggering complexity.
And while Mr. Kasich may lay claim to political acumen and
savvy, none of that can resolve the fears and anxieties of an
increasingly bewildered and frustrated public. To be a politician in
today's Republican party, to even contemplate alternatives, is akin to
admitting defeat.
So, unless the world shifts on it's axis in the next 30
days, Mr. Kasich, and his grown up in the room mantra, will find himself
very far on the outside looking in. Instead, Mr. Trump, with all his
theatrics, with his Great Wall and his barrier to refugees, with his
promise to create order out of chaos, with his ability to rile up and
calm down in the same thought, will stand triumphant.
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