I refuse to take Trump seriously. As far as I am concerned he lives in Trumpland and seems to spend his days inviting others to join him there, which they do. It's a fictional land based on private golf clubs, gold plated toilets, purchasable women and silly minor characters most of whom belong in a Roald Dahl novel. He is everything my mother warned me about not becoming. Watching him and reading about him, I feel as if I am getting a personalized tour of Dante's Inferno. It's got so bad that when my wife starts any sentence with, "Do you know what he just did/said.....?" I put my hands above my head in meek surrender. "I do not want to know." "I have suffered enough." He may not be able to get enough of himself but I have had enough of him. It's like watching a bad production of Titus Andronicus by the local amateur dramatic group. Surely we must be close to Act 5 and the end. It's got to finish some time. Please. I don't like the play and I suspect it ends badly as most tragedies do. Get it over with so we can clean up and go home. Can we have an ordinary President next time, one with a sense of humor. Please! Hello? Is there anybody out there? .