I learned a long time ago in business that you don't necessarily have to be smart to get to the top.
You can buy your way to the top. You can bluff or fake your way to the top. You can cheat or steal your way to the top. You can be helped to the top. Or, you can be just plain lucky, right place at the right time. The bad news for Donald Trump is that you rarely stay on top once the gig is up and your feet are held to the fire.
Big question is how many folks he ultimately takes down with him.
It seems the only time he opens his mouth is to change feet. When he goes off script or off message, his inner circle must shake more than a washing machine on a spin cycle. His juvenile offering that he didn't say the word “Israel” when volunteering classified, readily discernible source information to the Russians is a classic.
So Donald, if you can't act presidential, at least look presidential. My arms would be sore from maternal slaps, accompanied by the words, “Button your coat jacket!” at high profile, somber events.
It's downright embarrassing. He doesn't pass muster with the ultimate critic, my wife, who typically utters, “He looks so sloppy!”
Forget about his hair.
Three cheers for Rod Rosenstein's brave, maybe heroic, move to appoint a special counsel. Hopefully he will be able to force President Trump to reckon with the truth and restore our faith in government.
The writer lives in Murrells Inlet.