The Donald has the media moguls and political analysts sweating and swearing because he’s just a thin-skinned, name-calling, juvenile who has no clue about anything; and his public speaking skills don’t belong on a street corner, much less the international stage. He is, in fact, the antithesis of one Barack Obama — a person who swept into power on the wings of oratory, on a public speaking (or reading) ability that charmed and coaxed and soothed millions of wide-eyed, adoring nitwits. Beyond talk, Obama has an empty resume, devoid of material contribution. Obama talks, Donald does. Obama plays golf. Donald builds golf courses. Obama spends taxpayer millions. Donald makes his own millions. Obama frowns on American supremacy. Donald loves American greatness. Obama is a Marxist but denies it. Donald is a Capitalist and proclaims it. Obama hides his college transcripts. Donald is an open book. Yet, this comparison apparently doesn’t resonate with the pundits who question Donald’s qualifications. Perhaps because Obama had dark skin and a dulcet delivery, no one dared question things so trivial as his suitability, experience, attainment, competency or accomplishment. In effect, to use the tritest of terms, talking the talk is infinitely more admirable than walking the walk. it was true in 2008 and 2012 and true today. Donald can not articulate the issues in a way that satisfies the pundits. He is no Obama. He’s no Rubio — who doesn’t miss a syllable when he forcefully and glibly outlines his understanding of all the issues — issues he’s been discussing every day as part of his job in committee meetings and hearings with colleagues who talk and travel and meet and talk. He’s no Carson whose calm, gentle non-confrontational demeanor overrides his critics. He’s no Fiorina who doubtless earned an A+ in Advanced Speech 400, as she prepared and practiced and rehearsed to deliver core beliefs in her sleep. He’s no Cruz who sharpened his debate skills as an advocate before none other than the Supreme Court. Of course, Trump doesn’t care about the realities of presidential politics and that dismissal will very likely dismiss him. In his gut, he probably thinks people will place more value on his get-it-done experience and excuse him for his adolescent rhetoric. He should take another gut check. Because getting elected is not about having an accomplished life and proven leadership skills — it’s about sounding as if you know what you’re talking about; it’s about speaking skills; it’s about persuasiveness; it’s about like-ability. “It’s about Politics, Donald. And nobody in power on any side of any aisle wants you, Donald, because you’re not one of them. They want you to go away and maybe come back to visit with your checkbook.” Meanwhile, there are some Trump supporters who want to see him become President for one simple reason — to see him in action at his White House News Conferences — knowing for sure that it would preempt the need for Live, this is Saturday Night.

The American people are getting ready to hire another President to run things. They could use some help. Unfortunately, Angie’s List doesn’t recommend the best people for that particular job. It’s too bad. Because with Angie on the case, you can hire an electrician with no fear whatsoever. With Expedia, you can shell out five grand for a vacation and never think twice. But there’s no www.chooseyourpotus.com to help you make the most important hire you ever make. You’re just out of luck — uh,that is, unless you’re willing to take an entire half hour out of your life to read. That’s about how long it would take to flip through about 15 candidate resumes. A resume has nothing to do with your opinion, nothing to do with prejudice, nothing to do with gender, nothing to do with race and nothing to do with looks. A resume has zero interest in feelings or emotions or extenuating circumstances. A decent resume is antiseptic, clinical. And it helps if it isn’t blatantly dishonest. Which brings you to Hillary. When you last checked, her resume  didn’t disclose her greatest talent — Consummate Liar. It proudly cites her education at Wellesley and Yale and her brief law career. It says she was a First Lady in Arkansas and Washington, a Senator from NY and Secretary of State. But strangely no mention of trivial qualifications like character and basic honesty. That investigation is up to you; so that’s another half hour out of your busy schedule. Come to think of it, don’t waste your time. Hillary’s pattern of deceit and corruptness was documented 20 years ago by the late NY Times columnist William Safire. He wrote, “Americans of all political persuasions are coming to the sad realization that our First Lady . . . is a congenital liar. . . Drip by drip, like Whitewater torture, the case is being made that she is compelled to mislead . . . she is in the longtime habit of lying; and she has never been called to account for lying herself or in suborning lying in her aides and friends.” Safire didn’t live long enough to witness the Benghazi catastrophe and cover-up, or the email criminal violations. But you have to give Hillary an A for consistency — she’s not partisan. She’ll lie about anything and everything, serious and silly. Benghazi and EMailGate are nothing less than atrocities. People died. National security exposed. On a lighter note, she pretended to face sniper fire in Bosnia, a brazen claim that  must have given Brian Williams courage. Claiming to have been named after Everest conquerer Sir Edmund Hillary bordered on psychosis because, inconveniently, she was born five years before his feat. She said she opposed NAFTA. Not. Who can forget, “We came out of the White House not only dead broke, but in debt.” Maybe that was justification for stealing White House furnishings. When she invested $6300 into cattle futures, yielding $99K in 10 months, she said it was blind luck. She said Chelsea was jogging outside the World Trade Center on Sept. 11 and happened to duck into a coffee shop when the planes hit. Another whopper. Chelsea was four miles away, watching the tragedy on TV. And the beat goes on. The Whitewater Scandal. The missing Rose Law firm files that showed up at her White House digs. TravelGate. So many lies. So many that Carl Bernstein said she was “a specialist at it.” Well, why not? She had a world-class mentor in Slick Willy, the man the National Review called “a Renaissance man of lying.” Now she desperately wants to follow in his footsteps as Commander In Chief; and from all indications, millions of Americans are OK with ignoring her deceit and treachery, as if to recite their heroine’s own words: “What difference at this point does it make?” If they were here, Chris Stevens, Sean Smith, Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty could answer that question. The question you have for every American — on  behalf of those four men, is — can you answer it?

Intellectuals could never bring themselves to respect Donald Trump, for at least three reasons. One, he’s a silver-spoon, money-loving, billionaire capitalist with a Capital C. Two, he sounds nothing like a Wharton graduate — more like Arthur “Fonzie” Fonzarelli from Happy Days. And three, he thinks in the absolute of black and white while intellectuals live in the gray zone of everything conditional, indefinite and PC. Trump supporters love him. Why? Because he’s filthy rich and proud of it. Because, with street language and plain talk, he’s just like them. Because he’s the ultimate pragmatist who takes decisive steps to fix things — in Hollywood parlance, a “man of action.” Because he is American to his very core, embodying the attitude, the spirit, the enterprise, the drive and audacity that forged your country. And, finally, because he believes winning is a virtue not to be diminished by either guilt, envy or resentment. His style compares him to George Smith Patton, Jr., although Millennials and millions of others have no knowledge of “Old Blood and Guts.” Patton was born to privilege, attended the finest schools and rose to the highest military rank, distinguishing himself on the battlefield in two world wars. But his colorful style, hard-driving personality and success as a commander were often overshadowed by controversial public statements that rankled his superiors. He had a simple philosophy — lead from the front. His vulgarity-ridden speech to the Third Army was the stuff of legends. Trump was no soldier but he acts like one. And the poll numbers suggest that Donald resonates with everyday folks. Even Ruling Class Pundits on both sides of the aisle and in the media acknowledge his appeal; but there’s always a big bold BUT that follows every acknowledgement. BUT, right now he’s feeding off the anger and dissatisfaction of the right wing fringe of the GOP. BUT, in time The Donald’s celebrity status will wear thin and his style will cease to be refreshing. BUT, when voters get serious, near the moment of truth, they will fall back to a safer candidate — one that sounds and acts “Presidential.” BUT, at the end of the day, he’s too polarizing, antagonizing Latinos, Women, The Beltway Bureaucracy, the GOP Establishment and the Media. BUT, even mainstream Conservatives, the decent church goers drawn to his patriotic fighting spirit, will eventually desert him because they simply can’t stomach boorish, rude, insulting behavior. They expect their President to be tough, certainly — but a gentleman. Between now and when it counts, someone may come along and persuade The Donald to find and nurture his Presidential disposition — something akin to Teddy’s “speak softly and carry a big stick.” The people are hungry for a giant to stride onto the Beltway and whack away with a big stick. Any of the GOP candidates could be that giant but you’ve heard GOP politicians talk big for decades. Trusting an insider is like betting on filling an inside straight. America doesn’t need another Community Organizer, or another member of the established Ruling Class, or a Career Politician, or, God forbid, another Attorney. America will require an outsider to restore Her strength, honor and moral foundation. You probably think Donald could be that outsider. Think again. His chances are as remote as seeing Hillary testify about Benghazi. Yes, he has the money but his money won’t trump the “Washington Cartel.” And that’s the safe bet.