There is a little bit of Frank Sinatra in Donald Trump
Unless you are drinking from the cistern that Bill Kristol and his herd top off daily, you will have been impressed by Donald Trump’s long press conference yesterday at his golf course in Bedminster, New Jersey. Kristol’s latest puddles include the charge that Trump and Elon Musk are “mediocre” (“two repulsive and mediocre oligarchs”), a comment that elicited more snickers than your local candy shop stocks. It turns out that, like the House of the Lord, Donald Trump is a house with many mansions. You go to his rallies, and he is in rah-rah-cheerleading mode. He works the crowd. The enthusiasm among the tens of thousands of people is palpable. He is a master of off-the-cuff paratactic delivery and what the rhetoricians call aposiopesis.
