Donald Trump must have a horseshoe up his but. Every time the referee has him down for the count, he bounces up, smiling ear to ear, to flatten his opponent. The Billy Bush tape didn't do him in. The Clinton "insurance policy" of the Russian collusion seems to be spinning its wheels, His buddy Bannon couldn't take him down. The Wolff expose book seems a distant past. His "shithole" comment, rather than taking him down, is making his detractors look mouth-frothing demented.
He just can't lose for winning ...
Didn't he say that we were going to win so much that we would get tired of winning? And, in this, he may have misspoke ... because much of his winning ... the soaring stock market, the North Korea stare-down, factory employment gains, corporate bonuses, crushing ISIS, illegal immigration reductions, soaring small business confidence ... I could go on and on ... is so embarrassing for his hoards of enemies, that they are forced to call it losing ... or claim it is Obama's legacy ... and continue to look supercilious in the process.
I am even a little afraid that he may not start losing until liberals finally concede that he is winning.
But in the meantime, this man surely must have a horseshoe secreted somewhere on his body.
