Accentuate the positive.

Donald Trump had peaceful protesters gassed, had them flash-banged and chased by mounted park rangers, to clear his path for a two-bit photo-op. But at least he didn’t take a golf cart.

He didn’t have his coterie of sycophants lay palm fronds before him. He didn’t ride the Popemobile.

No, pluckily negotiating the grit of a paved walking surface and the traction of God-given wingtips, Trump made it to St. John’s Episcopal Church. There he held a Bible...