What's left, with Trump the nominee?

Everyone remembers traumatic events in their lives. We all recall when we found out there was no Santa Claus, that our parents were in fact both the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy and we all found out that Cher was sporting fake body parts.

So, how did it feel when you all discovered that you were had by Donald J. Trump? Learning his role as politician was merely a performance act meant only as an attention-grabber, a continuance of his turn as reality star.

And as the nominee of his party, the plan is to morph into something more presidential. No more talk of the Great Deportation? No mention of the Great Wall of Mexico? No slurs in the direction of females, or Muslims or Hispanics? No more red meat for the masses!

Once the phony is removed from the celebrity, what's left? A blowhard, a bully, a narcissist. How about an opportunist, or worse, a liar?

Bob Oby

Elgin