I recall an episode of Seinfeld in which Kramer takes karate lessons.  We assume through most of the episode that his classmates are physically more or less equal, until Elaine visits and sees that Kramer is the one adult in a class of young children, all of them getting slammed to the mat by an overgrown doofus.
     I was reminded of this episode when I read online an article in The Charlotte Observer from March 7, 2016.  North Carolina will hold its Republican primary on March 15; the vacuuming of delegates mainly by Donald Trump and Ted Cruz will, by then, have assumed even more importance on the GOP side.  In NASCAR country, Trump gained the support of Brian France, NASCAR chairman, and of racing champion Mark Martin, who said, proving he may be a programmed automaton, "Let's bring those greatly needed jobs back to America, and build that wall.  And make America great again."
     The question, Who cares what Mark Martin thinks? comes to mind, but the snaring of celebrities by potential tyrants smells of future embarrassments for those who once believed in the rightness of dead causes that burned out not before destroying many good people.  If North Korea ever makes all out war on, say, South Korea--thus, the United States--will Dennis Rodman, who bonded with Kim Jong-Un over basketball and failed to see his new buddy's policies of ruination toward the citizens of his own country, ever repent, or will that embarrassment go underground, along with the former flamboyant star, who, when he emerges again, will have amnesia about anyone named Kim?
     The post-shame world we now live in guarantees a lack of remorse by those saying egregious remarks and insults, caught on camera, through microphones, shared in social media, broadcast on news programs.  We've all become performers.  Selfies, reality TV, political spectacle, tweets, all realizing the sentence, "Pop will eat itself."
     Trump has assumed the role of contemporary icon, a man fitted for this time and place.  He acquires whatever is projected onto him.  Intelligent people think he's a charlatan, a boastful clownish nothing, an asshole.  Those who seek an infusion of the leadership principle, its bad qualities, regard Trump as a magnificent and brilliant problem-solver, a triumphant businessman "who gets things done."  His plain-spokenness stimulates inner and outer bigotry and racism, helping people let themselves go, no longer needing to keep their ignorance hidden.  He's made it okay in public gatherings to say words like pussy, shit, and ass.
     Some might argue, defending this, that "he talks like regular people talk," which is true, but he doesn't talk like a president.  The popular term is, "he has no filter," but I think that Trump is calculated in his attacks and use of language.  He berated Peter Alexander of NBC News for asking a question about the effect his raw language might have on children attending his rallies.  He taunted Alexander, referencing political correctness as the new shibboleth of the Age of Trump--in fact, just a way Trump avoids scrutiny of his own inhumane beliefs in the practice of torture, the manipulation of racist views in Americans too dumb to realize they're being conned by a power-mad illusion salesman, and his appalling disregard for the dignity of Muslims and Latinos.
     Those who laugh along with Trump's vicious tactics are the same kinds of idiots who were all dead in Germany by the summer of 1945.
     At his rally in Concord, North Carolina, on March 7, the usual protests occurred, accompanied by the candidate yelling at his security apes to "get em outta here!"
     "As Bo Carlson, a Myers Park High School student, was escorted out, Trump said, 'Looks like a nice little guy.'"
     "'Go home to Mommy,' he added.  'Tell her to tuck you in bed.'"
     Think about this carefully.  The leading GOP contender for president easily made fun of a teenaged boy who demonstrated the courage, non-existent in the heart of Donald Trump, to shout his sincere displeasure with the man at the podium, who has at his disposal thousands of screaming and fanatical morons, as well as private guards and Secret Servicemen, one of whom recently assaulted a journalist at a Trump rally.  Trump is, and should be, scared of protestors like Bo Carlson and others, for they are the first among many who are willing to put their bodies on the line to fight a rising malicious trend in America: the boot pressing down on the neck philosophy so familiar in the twentieth century, coming alive again in the twenty-first for the supposed sake of the usual reasons, freedom and security.
     Kramer, of course, can defeat as many kids as he wants to face.  The key to Trump's defeat and humiliation is obvious.  He's actually, inside his soul-crippled persona, the weakest piece of shit running for president.  A strong person doesn't belittle children; a truism so apparent that I'm amazed Trump's opponents haven't yet focused campaign-killing energies on this most vulnerable of his many weak points.

                                                                              Vic Neptune