Trump’s been called a lot of things in recent years, but I’m going to call him something new.
First, a refresher. In 2015, the Republican Party was on life support, with a “Do Not Resuscitate” order pinned to its chest and a priest called to administer last rites. Voters kept telling the party they wanted less immigration, less tax-cutting, and less warmongering, but the GOP kept giving us more immigration, more tax-cutting, and more warmongering. (For a detailed account of this state of affairs, see my columns and books—they make great Christmas gifts—free shipping for Amazon Prime members!)
Only when all other treatments had failed did we turn to an ancient medical treatment: the leech.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Donald J. Trump. There was no greater leech in all the land!