Grow up, Donald Trump. Grow up. Time to be an adult. You're president. You gotta do something. Show us what you have.
Grow up, Donald Trump. Grow up. Time to be an adult. You're president. You've got to do something. Show us what you have.
I used to stand in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I shared a bedroom - like a lot of people in my era, in my neighborhood - with my two brothers and an uncle. And I'd stand there in front of the mirror over the dresser and I would practice: meek young men grow up in libraries, believing it their duty to accept the views of Cicero, Bacon and Baba.
