Do we need this? Before the generals called for his resignation he was still destroying everything he touched, but at least he'd lowered his profile. Now, though, it's like 2003 all over again -- we have to listen to endless rounds of those cornpone-psycho-Zen koans, which sound like Paul Harvey ghostwriting for Richard Ramirez, all delivered with harrumphs that sound both testosterone-poisoned and simpering, as if Margaret Dumont from the Marx Brothers movies were undergoing male hormone therapy.
Please, spare us, Donald. If we can't get rid of you, just screw up quietly.