Obama is a GQ slick type of guy.  He is a Harvard liberal elite.  His only connection to the poor is his half-black skin.  Can’t trust him – no way.

He pretends that he is transparent, but his lies are legion.  His intentions are mystifying.  I doubt that even he knows them.  I can’t tell if he is ideologically driven or driven to undermine America’s excellence.

He is too in love with himself to make sound, objective decisions.

George Bush was a meat and potatoes guy.  What he said was what you got.  If you didn’t like it, at least you knew what you didn’t like.

A Frenchman once told me he would never speak to me again because I voted for Bush.  What business was it of his?  He didn’t speak English well enough to understand Bush’s strengths.  He stood in judgment of me when France was judged by its own cowardice.

Trump is a conceited clam who has major accomplishments beneath his shell.  He is not an embarrassing social worker like Obama, proclaiming himself a dippy community organizer.  He has provided thousands of jobs when Obama has replaced employment with food stamps.

Bush seems stupid, but he is smart.  Obama seems smart, but he is stupid.  Trump seems conceited, but his bloated self-appraisal is modest compared to his pragmatic accomplishments.

Bush surged his way into a democratic Iraq.  Obama purged a failed accomplishment into the bloody toilet of ISIS.

In the words of John Lennon, give Trump a chance.  Sometimes Trump seems like a clown.  But he is capable of erecting a circus tent, selling tickets, and putting on a big show.

Obama is the ball that’s shot from the Democratic cannon of political correctness.  He is collapsing the American tent.