Whether you like Donald Trump or not, you have to appreciate that he doesn't operate within the boundaries of established political discourse, but rather tests the limits of what he can get away with (so far, everything) and still continue to dominate GOP primaries. It's perversely hilarious.
Take Tuesday night's victory presser in Pensacola, Florida. Every other candidate would have done it differently, and for good reason.
Trump thrashed "little Marco" Rubio, "lyin' Ted" Cruz, and "failed candidate" Mitt Romney with the same inflammatory remarks that led to Rubio's fall from establishmentarian grace. He dodged reporters' questions with the same "make America great/whole again" empty rhetoric that makes Hillary Clinton seem insincere to voters.
Short of shooting someone on Fifth Avenue, Trump gave another shot at political mortality by forging the resurrection of Trump Steaks as if it hadn't ceased to exist almost a decade ago. The display was sad enough — due to its petty likeness to an infomercial — before it was reported that the steaks weren't even Trump Steaks.
Press on hand started tweeting pictures last night of the wrapped steaks, labelled Bush Brothers, the West Palm Beach butcher that supplies all of Trump's South Florida properties, a rep for the company told TMZ.
It should have been a wakeup call to the millions of Trump voters who aren't in on the joke and think he's a viable presidential candidate. But something tells me that, unlike his steaks, Trump is here to stay.