“My, how presidential.”

For all those, including the reputedly lucid, who said Donald Trump “turned a new page” with a “presidential” State of the Union, the next page he turned was a bucket of brine right in the kisser.

You know now that as he left the House chamber his face turned south from what he’d just said, like a months-old infant getting that first taste of grapefruit.

Yecchh. Statesmanship tastes like death.

To cleanse his pallet: Almost as soon as...