After sitting through Boris' little diatribe yesterday, I can honestly say that (unbelievably), I find Trump's optimism refreshing - like opening the window on the first morning of spring and breathing in all of that dew soaked grass as it sweeps in through the valleys of the distant prairie. (Or something like that?) *Shrugs*
Yep, sometimes, it pays to just buy into the fantasy and enjoy the ride. We know Santa isn't real - but does it hurt to believe? This year has been such a drag that it might even be good for morale to invite a bit of naivety.
At the end of the day, Donald will be Donald. You can tie yourself up in knots, but he'll probably never hear you - and even if he did, Donald will be Donald.
Sorry if I sound annoyingly positive, I'm just burnt out with it all now.