The New York real estate zampano has been sitting like a nightmare on the globe for a good decade. If you wanted to escape Donald Trump’s orbit, you would have to crawl into a hole in the ground or fly to Mars. You don’t do that, so it’s always there, like the rising sun. And he remains one and the same: mean, misogynistic, lying, vulgar. He’s not even funny anymore, like he used to be on occasion.
