esquire.com – Nobody who watched He, Trump throw a public nutty in Cincinnati on Wednesday night can conclude anything beyond the fact that the Republican Party is preparing to nominate for president someone who has left the rails so far behind that he couldn’t look back and see them anymore than the umpires could use the Juno spacecraft out by Jupiter to judge a close play at first base in tonight’s game between the Brewers and the Nationals. The ship, in the immortal words of Micheal Ray Richardson, be sinking.