esquire.com – Being our semi-regular weekly survey of the state of Our National Dialogue, which, as you know, is what Nino Temple and April Stevens would have come up with had they recorded Derp Purple.

This weekend we learned that, among elements of our elite political press, the idea is arising that the solution to the problem of He, Trump is to find a meddling plutocrat whom the elite political press believes is less of a crime against political aesthetics than is the vulgar talking yam. Which is why, for reasons that elude the logical mind, we had Mark Cuban dropping by the Overlook Hotel, where my man Chuck Todd always has been the caretaker, to share some thoughts and ambitions that nobody outside of the staff of the Overlook gave a rat’s hindquarters about hearing.