Harebrained misogyny may dump the Trump

HE STARTED off like the drunk guy in the corner at the party, who initially drew your curiosity with his loud obnoxious jokes, writes Suzanne Harrington

You might have peered over from a safe distance, wondering who let him in, then ignoring him, assuming he will soon pass out. Until he starts kicking over the furniture and threatening people. Where’s the host? Why is he still here? He’s not funny anymore. He never was, but now he’s about as funny as a loaded gun.

Like his hairdo, Donald Trump is an illusion. Artificially puffed up, hiding a great swathe of nothingness underneath. Women should be punished for having abortions, he says suddenly, as though it has just occurred to him.