I think Garrison Keillor is a genius, or close to it,

and he has a great article today, about The Donald.
http://www.denverpost.com/2016/08/31/thoughts-of-a-republican-presidential-candidate-wide-awake-at-2-a-m/

Here's a small taste....

What the fans don’t know is that it’s not much fun being a billionaire. Having a yacht the length of a football field was like having a nine-foot penis: impressive in theory but in the end, not gratifying, a monstrosity. You own a lot of big houses and you wander around in them, followed by a waiter, a bartender, a masseuse, three housekeepers, and a concierge, and they gossip about you behind your back. Just like nine-tenths of your campaign staff. You’re losing and they know it and they’re telling mean stories about you to everybody and his brother.

Your eyes look dead and your scowl does not suggest American greatness so much as American indigestion. Your hair is the wrong color: People don’t want a president to be that shade of blond. You know that now.

Why doesn’t someone in your entourage dare to say these things? So sad. The fans in the arenas are wild about you, and Sean Hannity is as loyal as they come, but Rudy and Christie and Newt are reassuring in that stilted way of hospital visitors. And The New York Times treats you like the village idiot. This is painful for a Queens boy trying to win respect in Manhattan.