When vitriol is what you serve for breakfast, lunch and dinner, don't expect those at the table to be hungry.
If there is a lesson to be learned, and I still think it
far too early to draw definite conclusions, it is that, even in your own
house, there are limits to political incorrectness.
Mr. Trump began his campaign by eschewing the concept of
coloring within the lines. He convinced those who pledge allegiance to
him that we no longer have the time to waste on speaking in innuendos.
It was merely a sign of weakness to hold one's tongue. And so he didn't.
As if those he insulted, whose integrity he impugned, whose
manhood or womanhood he demeaned, would ultimately respect him for his
brutal honesty.
And he seems hurt by those who now reject him, like a wife
beater surprised when his spouse refuses his embrace. Mr. Trump may live
by the sticks and stones saying, but his words are coming back to hurt
him.
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