OK, “growing a pear” does not mean anything, though, ipso facto, it does not mean “growing a pair,” and, since I am definitely not a fan of Paulie, I don’t want to start complimenting him all of a sudden. It was, after all, only a few weeks ago that Paulie was giving a glowing review to Donald’s first debate performance.
Nonetheless, it’s clear that Paulie’s Monday morning conference call, telling other Republicans that Trump was basically toast and that he, Paulie Ryan, would have nothing more to do with him, effectively took the bounce out of the bounce Trump could have expected from his bravura, “fuck you all” debate performance, which wowed his base, but not the 57% percent of the country who preferred Hillary’s pantsuit pedestrianism to Donald’s trumpeting.
It’s no wonder that the Donald howled, but now, a mere three days later, with new “Donald Trump grabbed my ass” complaints appearing on the hour, Paulie’s appearing a little more than prescient. The odds that Donald will be going down hard are mounting steadily, although the prospect of his election is so awful to me that, frankly, unless Hillary starts outpolling Donald in both Mississippi and Alabama, I’ll still have the shakes.
