As an old English major, he wishes he had had more courses in Shake- speare’s tragedies in order to help explain Trump. Hamlet, the indecisive Dane who sees ghosts? Macbeth, the victim of his own ambitions and blind-sightedness to the villainy of his wife? Lear, the aged victim of his own blind-sightedness regarding two of his three daughters’ machinations? The misguided, insanely jealous Othello? Or Trump, the infantile, egomaniacal, narcissistic, sociopathic, not to mention delusional and vindictive father of very, privileged, careless children? Perhaps this being the most tragic because all the others had a flaw which brought their demise but this having no redeeming features to go with a flaw and all flaws to go with no redeeming features and so looking to the tragedies might be the wrong place. Perhaps the histories and the comedies featuring Sir John Falstaff, except that would be such an insult to Sir John, the pal and foil for Prince Hal, the outcast to King Henry V, the buffoon of the Merry Wives of Windsor, but still one with so much more humor, humanity and lovableness than the self-proclaimed Sir Donald. Farce perhaps? Monty Python?