No, the more I watch Trump awkwardly talk about his sex life, show off his family, and parade his powerful friends, the more it seems like he is going to bed hoping that he'll wake up not as Reagan, but this other guy instead ...
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My strongest argument against poorly conceived remakes yet.
Yeah, sorry -- this is in fact another thinkpiece about Donald Trump. And I know the exact squinty face you're making right now. It's a combination of disbelief and anger that I'm wasting your time -- like someone who just opened a can of farts. But while the natural instinct is to crack a window, I'd like to politely ask that you take a moment to stew in this hot aroma with me.
Because I'm not only talking about Trump's low-rent Kennedy-esque combover or gutter East Coast accent. Nor am I talking about the rumor that Melania Trump is modeling her persona after Jackie O. I'm not even talking about the fact that Trump is clearly trying to make himself the hub of a large and iconic family with ties to politics. I'm talking about Trump's entire campaign making an effort to ape John F. Kennedy's legacy of "greatness."