The thing you have to understand about Donald Trump is that he is considered a celebrity. And Americans, for better or for worse, just love their celebrities.
Those thousands of people who go to see him on the campaign trail could care less about his views about immigration, minimum wage, or the crisis in the Middle East. They don't care what he has to say, as long as he shows up and they can get a glimpse of the host of The Apprentice, they are satisfied.
This of course, for Mr. Trump, is a good thing, because as political speeches goes he never quite delivers. It's more play the dozens with my opponents and smile for the camera than it is about the nuts and bolts of actual policy and issues.
Herman Cain (bless his pizza loving heart) brought out Trump in Georgia, recently, and the crowd ate it up. Mr. 999 and the billionaire. What a team!
I wonder if this will help him with "the blacks" (as he likes to call us). I seriously doubt it. Mr. 999 was not exactly our cup of tea.
Still, Trump will have to get some of "the blacks" to vote for him if he wants to win. Lord knows that he will not be getting any of the Hispanic vote. He says that he will, but that is more about Trump being delusional in his thinking than the reality of what is actually taking place with the electorate.
Anyway, the pundits have been saying for months that Trump will crash and burn, but so far he has been proving them all wrong.
Poor Jeb and company must be kicking themselves and wondering what happened.
Well, besides that last name, he has no star power going for him. This is true of all the other candidates as well. They are merely bit players in Trump's political show. He is Gladys Knight and they are the Pips.
"He [Rubio] sweats more than any young person I've ever seen in my life. ... I've never seen a guy down water like he downs water. ... They bring it in buckets for this guy."
No fair. Gladys would have been a lot nicer.
Pic from newyorker.com