At this point, Trump is daring all his opponents. Taunting them. Basic schoolyard shit: nyah nyah na nya ya. I stole your ball, that cheap pink ball, threw it under that bus. Whatcha gonna do about it?
I can do anything say anything I want. I can punch somebody, step out and shoot somebody, anybody, they'd still love me. Why? because I'm me. Who I am.
Rich. A winner. A leader.
If you wouldn't like to married to Melania, my ushers will escort you out right now. Maybe a little waterboarding would make you want to be married to Melania. Right? Even for one night!
A leader. What you need.
I could wear a swastika, put on a Hitler mustache. It might bother some of you for a awhile — would definitely bother Bloomberg, little Michael, shrimp billionaire — but it wouldn't bother you for long.
You'd know I was only kidding.
And you'd know I wasn't.
That's what you love about me. That part. Let's cut the crap. I'm not kidding at all.
I mean every bit of it. Every bit of me.
You love it.