Stop the presses, put your ear to the ground and listen. There's a change in the machinations of our planet. Whether this is caused by the mood of the electorate or whether the voters are being influenced by a change in the rhythms is immaterial as far as the prognosis of the new thrust of the Trump mood.
The savvy pros have finally put their hands on Trump's shoulders and administered a "no more outrageous crap----you read the lines we give you" or we walk away and let you return to your suicide run exposing your ineptness for the office you seek. And although its relatively early, IT WORKS! Speaking to minorities with words of reason which are delivered to him thirty seconds in teleprompter time, Trump's new shtick is a manifestation of everybody realizing that he can win this thing if he no longer carries his gun which shoots his feet and permeates his campaign with a cesspool aroma.
"HERE'S WHAT YOU SAY AND HOW YOU SAY IT, AND WE'LL STRAIGHTEN OUT THE QUID PRO QUO IN THE BACK ROOM OF YOUR VICTORY PARTY."
Two things have happened concurrently: Trump nearly committed suicide during the week that was and the Elephant Starkers realized that somewhere in this empty head was the potential for a winner. And, don't look now, every day makes the stretched-out E-MAIL fiasco and the shadows of Benghazi more onerous and threatening to Ms. Clinton.
This is going down to the wire, folks, with the first debate being crucial.
Anything can happen (George W.)
The Trump sons will resign from the Brown Shirt Party,
Ms. Clinton will stop dodging these smoke and mirror accusations against her and meet them head-on, which she can do in dissipatory fashion
and will keep her husband away from airport tarmac secret meetings to discuss family matters and exchange photos of grandkids.
AND THEN, WE'LL ALL WALK WITH JULIUS ANSEL IN HIS MARCH TO WASHINGTON WITH THE VETERANS .