Who before it happened would have predicted that immediately after being shot the planet’s foremost sybarite President Donald J Trump would have the mettle even as the blood gushed down his neck to raise a defiant fist in the air and to invoke those watching to ‘fight, fight, fight’?
It was a culturally transcendent moment: a rebel yell conforming to the…
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