Woke up this morning and found Harry Truman watching television with the sound turned down low. Well, it wasn't Harry Truman but C.W., and I guessed it right away. I'm perceptive like that.
"What's up?" I said.
"Do they really intend to run this guy for president of your species?"
I looked. He was watching a speech by Donald Trump. "If the nominating convention were to be held tomorrow, they just might," I said. "He seems to be striking a chord with the base and the base rules at present."
"What if he says something really stupid?"
"Uh," I said, resisting the urge to state the obvious. "what do you mean stupid?"
"Oh," he said, "I mean something that his constituency would consider crazy or ridiculous. A statement so over the highest or uppermost point, part, or surface of something that he would lose his support."
"And what might he say that would be 'over the top' as far as his constituency is concerned?"
"Oh," he said, "I don't know. Maybe 'blessed are the poor.' That ought to do it"