I know that many devout people boast of submitting to the Will of God blindly, as to an arbitrary sceptre or rod, on the same principle as the Indians worship the devil.
Not because I think of him as some sort of blowhard, a gas bag, a windbag, someone who's full of hot air - that I couldn't possibly say - but because of his name: Donald Trump.
But the worst part might be that his grand plan to teach men to date hotter girls is to tell them about how cool his house is, like an eight-year-old talking to someone in the pool on vacation.