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Why Trump had every right to stick it to Megyn Kelly



There were only two things worth watching on the boob tube last night: Jon Stewarts's final show as host of The Daily Show and, of course, the first GOP debate on Fox. Those who missed the latter will no doubt have heard by now the "potshot heard around the world", when Trump essentially gave debate host Megyn Kelly the verbal equivalent of the middle finger.

And she deserved it.

With media outlets speculating that Teflon Don has a serious issue with women because of his pointed response to the Sweetheart of Fox News, lost in their righteous indignation is the very basic fact that Kelly acted like a midget in a boxing match with a pituitary giant-- she punched below the belt.

Early in the debate, Kelly questioned Trump about his temperament, pointing out that Trump had called women "slobs," "disgusting animals" and "fat pigs". Trump, being the fair and nice guy that he actually is, replied that he only made those statements in reference to Rosie O'Donnell. I say Trump was being nice because if a debate moderator had framed a question to me in such a manner, I would've jumped off the stage and bludgeoned the sonofabitch with a sack of frozen oranges.

You see, Megyn Kelly could have posed the question in a more tasteful and decorous manner. Something like "You've made some insensitive comments toward women in the past, Mr. Trump. Do you think that's the kind of temperament the American people are looking for in a president?" would have sufficed.

But Megyn Kelly chose not to take the high road, instead framing a question to Trump in a manner that she never, in a million years, would ever pose to another more "serious" candidate. That, and that alone, is why Trump flipped his combed-over lid, ending his fiery retort by informing Megyn Kelly that he had been nice to her up until now, and warning her that if she continued to act like a mean-spirited ratings whore (which is what I would have said), then maybe he won't act so nice toward her in the future.

Nothing wrong with that.

In fact, I commend Trump for his restraint.

What Donald Trump has a problem with, and rightfully so, is the perception that he is not a serious candidate.  That's why he opened the debate by refusing to pledge that he would not run as a third party candidate. And why should he make that pledge and squander the power he has thus far accrued? Everyone knows it's lights out for the GOP if he runs as a third-party candidate, because he'll take votes away from Jeb, Ted, Marco, or whoever the Republican candidate is. Handing over that power would be a sign of colossal stupidity and, if you ask me, we've seen far too much colossal stupidity in Washington already.

I used to admire Megyn Kelly, but over the years I've grown revolted at the way she suckles the establishment teat. And make no mistake, Kelly's true mission wasn't to moderate a serious debate, but to weed Trump out of the GOP lineup, thus opening the door for a second-tier candidate like Carly Fiorina or Rick Perry to take his place. You know, a more "serious" candidate.

What it all boils down to is this: Trump embodies the best American quality there is- the refusal to sit down and shut up when we are told that we're out of our element and have no business being in certain company. Trump's up-yours-attitude is the very same attitude that guided Rosa Parks and Jackie Robinson. They, like Trump, were also told to go to the back of the bus. And yet they never threw anyone under the bus, unlike Megyn Kelly and Fox News.


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