I once found myself driving, smoking a cigar, taking notes, and talking on the phone at the same time. I only became completely aware of this when I had to shift, and realized something had to give.
I very much believe in the Intentional Fallacy. If Donald Trump lies and dopes and bumbles and staggers his way into peace in the middle east, he gets credit for it. He owns it.
When my daughter was a senior in high school, I remember noticing, almost in passing, that her friends were very cute. Which made me realize her friends’ fathers probably found Molly very cute.
But this does me no good because, being intelligent and sophisticated human beings, they are all contemptuous of Trump. They hate him. They find him…vulgar.
It is hard to quantify the value of name recognition, but Donald Trump has gone from fame to international mega-fame. That has to be gargantuan when your business is your name.
