I’m sitting here at home, alone, thinking about baseball and politics, on a rotating basis. First baseball, then politics.

I have plenty of friends of who loathe Donald Trump. I respect that opinion. Like Alexander The Great, I suspect he mourns having no new worlds to conquer. He is the Chief Executive Officer of a Constitutional Republic wherein limits to executive power are delineated. He isn’t King of The World, despite his delusions. He is, I suspect, in denial of his own mortality.

As a citizen of a Free and Open Society, I am completely indifferent to what Donald Trump thinks.

He didn’t like Bad Bunny? Who did? So Trump watched The Super Bowl. We have yet, as a Nation, acknowledged that we are under no obligation to watch this Crap-A-Thon, despite the pleadings of Media, and the Advertising Industry. There are millions of us, who wised up decades ago and said “Enough” ,”F*ck it”. Or both.

Trump’s vocal dislike of Bad Bunny has cemented his reputation as The National Oaf. The real life Homer Simpson, or, for the erudite among us, Charles Foster Kane.

Mar-a-lago is his Xanadu. What is the name of his sled? I guess we have to wait a while longer to find out.

ROSEBUD