The magnificent scoundrel, known as Trump, a notorious quick study, will rub it in by briefly touching on the issues that Hewitt was trying to get him on. The next day at the debate, Hewitt will be pretzeling himself trying to nail Trump on something to no avail, and will get slapped down.
Perfect!
The best part of this is, that when I listen to liberals talking about the possibility of a President Trump, they’re aboutthisclose to biting the cyanide pill.
Fecking cracks me up.
Suddenly, the ‘cult of personality’ phenomenon is giving them creeping heebie-jeebies.
The irony delights me.
[even better are the ones who openly despise Hillary and fear that All Hope Is Lost©]