In Which Donald Trump Continues to Be a Class Act

Picture this. You’re the Republican nominee for President of the United States. You’re coming off a debate loss and a dreadful week in the press. You wake up 39 days before the election, rarin’ to go. What do you do to further your candidacy? How will you dig yourself out of the hole you’ve created? To which of your policies or beliefs do you want to draw the public’s attention?

Obviously, you decide to attack the 1996 Miss Universe. Obviously.

(Incidentally, the correct spelling is “judgment.”)

I thought the reference to a “sex tape” was especially classy. To be clear, no sex tape exists.