Trump is superior, compared to his fellow R's running.
That said, Donald Trump has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honor and no grace – all qualities, ironically enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
He is a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies like Putin, Xi, Epstein, and Kim; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.
He’s a slug, a Jabba the Hutt of privilege, and it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of gibberish. Even his flaws have flaws. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.