A Man out of Place.

I see that Donald Trump wants to ban all Muslims from entering America in the wake of the San Bernardino shootings. The sheer crassness of such a proposition beggars belief, and I surely don’t have to explain why. At the same time, it’s nothing more than we should expect from the man, since taking advantage of people’s suffering in order to further his political ambitions by appealing to the lowest common denominator is typical of his ilk. If I may lower my standards for a moment and borrow a little of the treasured American vernacular, he’s a piece of shit. And being a rich piece of shit doesn’t make him smell any less awful.

Donald Trump looks like a clown, acts like a clown, and talks like a clown, and as long as he was busy massaging his wealth, behaving petulantly and saying silly things, we could all laugh at him. And we did. But here’s the problem: let him near the White House and it won’t be funny any more. The man in the White House has power and influence, and they’re the last things you ought to be giving to a man like Donald Trump. It would be like giving a banana to a chimpanzee and asking him to keep it safe until you return home. Please don’t forget that the choice of President affects all of us, not just America.

So please, America, don’t; just don’t. Throw him back where he belongs, in the circus ring, so we can all relax in our seats and be safely amused again.