Hear the distant rumble. Ram the ramparts. Hustle the muskets to the nearest landing strip.

The sound you hear is not a summer storm but the rolling plunder of Donald Trump seeking further employment by us.

Flanked by tanks, escorted by bomberooks – with his presidential bullhorn he commends “unity” to a nation grown disorderly and just plain tired of him.

By certain accounts he put on a great show at the feet of Lincoln July 4. Apologists in the pundit set certainly thought so. T...