Let’s say you hated Donald Trump. First for personal reasons. He embodies everything that you at once detest and envy: The tan, confident jock guys in high school who dated the really hot girls. You pretended not to care, as you sat veal-white under the flickering fluorescent library lights, fiercely underlining passages in Ayn Rand, Nietzsche, or Trotsky. The business majors in college, who yawned through the Humanities classes which you found so fascinating, you sometimes out-talked the professor. The hedge fund managers and real estate magnates those same guys became, showing up at your ten-year reunion in their $1000...
