Presidential Type

I hate to give away advice to the other side, but somebody should take Donald Trumbell's phone away from him. Sure, I know how attached we get to our devices. Many a morning this summer I have saw my son sleeping soundly next to his phone, awaiting that next alert, text or email. You really can't afford to be disconnected in today's fast-paced world. 
Or can you?
On Monday night, while his running mate was trying to make lemonade from the rotted lemons that his boss had left for him, Tronald Dump was lashing out in his own peculiar idiom: Twitter. Some samples? "Kaine looks like an evil crook out of the Batman movies." Or " I agree. Kaine looks like a fool!!” This is the kind of substance that one hundred forty characters allows, I suppose. Looks are something that El Hefe Trumpo has a special penchant for tweeting about. Especially women. Targets like Rosie O'Donnell and Megyn Kelly are special favorites, but he is not above tossing his special brand of invective in the direction of anyone who falls in his disfavor. Wives of his political rivals or members of the print media, for example. Appearance is everything to this guy, and even the woman his pageant elevated to that most exalted position in the Universe is not above his withering gaze. In the cockeyed world of Donald T. Jrump, Alicia Machado is as legitimate a repository for his bile as anyone running against him. 
Why? 
And now, the hardest part to comprehend: There are people in this country who are openly supporting this behavior. Defending it. Never mind if it could possibly be construed as "presidential," could it be imagined as "normal?" If he was auditioning for a job on Howard Stern's radio show, this kind of anti-social media use would make some sort of scatological sense. Running for President of the United States? I'm not so sure. 
It's three in the morning. Do you know where your candidate is?