Look, don’t shoot me. Jesus said it, not moi. Take it up with him.

Paul, not The Beatle, but the Apostle, said that one of the qualifications for a leader in the church is that he must have dignified children, in all things; and if his children are whacked, well … he can’t lead; because if he can’t lead his own house then why the heck should he lead a church?

That’s tight but it’s right. It’s not observed any longer by most churches but it used to be. But I digress…

Succinctly, if your kids are mess then you shouldn’t tell us how to live. In the words of songwriter, Jonathan Edwards, “f you can’t even run your own life, I’ll be damned if you’ll run mine – sunshine.”

Now, granted, Trump’s not a minister of the gospel but, like I said, I do find it interesting that, not one, but the whole lot of Trump’s brood, are grade A, non-drug-booze-government tit-addled-indolent-leeches but pretty amazing young charges who bring excellence to this game of life and, heretofore, honor to the Trump name.