The thing about Donald Trump’s presidency that saddens me most is that he has less than four (or eight) years left in the White House. That’s it. There never will be another like him, certainly not in the near future. Possibly never.

It took an Obama to give us a Trump, just as it took a doddering, lost Biden, in slow motion, to give him back to us, just as it took a completely failed Jimmy Carter to give us a Reagan. That’s how it works. America will not elect such an unabashed, authentic leader from the right side of the aisle unless it has reached a level of such despair from the left side that the public realizes it must balance the extreme leftward tilt, or the entire national enterprise is over. Pack up the flag, the framed photo of Washington, the bust of Jackson, and a can of Coke and skidaddle to somewhere safe: Viktor Orban’s Hungary, maybe. That is Obama’s and Biden’s legacies: they both left Independents convinced there was no choice but Trump. Merely another Bush, McCain, or Romney would be too little, too late.

I love this guy. I love him. Even when he is dead wrong — and he is, a bit too often (as reflected each time he backs down a day or week after a boo-boo) — he is still the GOAT, the Greatest Of All Time. Realistically, Trump learned from his first term that he has no time to weigh and analyze and be sure he is making no mistakes. No time for safe cabinet picks like Rex Tillerson and Jeff Sessions, or taking advice from Paul Ryan. …

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