When I was a little kid, I liked playing marbles with my friends. We all disliked players who would get in arguments about this or that petty little thing and we especially disliked those very poor sports who, when things didn’t go just the way they liked, would pick up their marbles and go home. Even as second and third graders we thought this was strictly for babies. And all of us had outgrown it by the fourth grade.
That says something about Donald Trump and his battle with the ferocious, terrifying Megyn Kelly.
And this guy claims to be very smart. What a joke, what a bad joke.