Peggy Noonan plays with our emotions and teases us with a vision of what Donald Trump would be like if he weren’t (in her words) a screwball.
Sane Donald Trump would have looked at a dubious, anxious and therefore standoffish Republican establishment and not insulted them, diminished them, done tweetstorms against them. Instead he would have said, “Come into my tent. It’s a new one, I admit, but it’s yuge and has gold faucets and there’s a place just for you. What do you need? That I be less excitable and dramatic? Done. That I not act, toward women, like a pig? Done, and I accept your critique. That I explain the moral and practical underpinnings of my stand on refugees from terror nations? I’d be happy to. My well-hidden secret is that I love everyone and hear the common rhythm of their beating hearts.”
I too believe that Sane Donald Trump would have won in a landslide. I’ve even prayed that somehow, Trump would by a miracle of God acquire this sanity. But the price of being sane is that you don’t “insult your way to the presidency.” He never would have made it out of the primaries.
Plus, as Noonan notes, he doesn’t exist.
Read the whole thing at the Wall Street Journal (behind a paywall).