Supporting Trump now is, well—it’s a lot like bringing home a girl like Megyn Fox from school for Thanksgiving.
Your Mom pulls you aside and says, “Your father is going to talk to you.”
She leaves.
Like Elizabeth from Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice” being counseled by her father over the vicar’s proposal, Dad braces you and says,
“If you don’t tap that for all it’s worth, boy—you’re no son of mine ... “
Lighten up Trumpophobes. We know what we’re doing.
TRUMPOPHOBIA!
Is that like hydrophobia. Or who’s skeert of Trump?