What do you do if you’re a president who has to address a nation where more than half the citizens can’t stand you, in a chamber where rows of black-clad opponents detest you, and even your wife may be on the fence?
In addition, you’re not a particularly good speaker, and you’ve got a vocabulary that might embarrass a sixth-grader?
What, in the name of William Jennings Bryan, can you possibly do? If you’re Donald Trump, you pull out the skutniks, the rhetorical device of the “human prop.”
In so doing, perhaps for the first time in U.S. history, you successfully convert a dry and unmemorable State of the Union address into a spirited, even emotional, campaign pep rally.
Politics and personal animosities notwithstanding, observers must concede that in terms of oratorical performances, his Bill Clinton-size, 80-minute State of the Union (SOTU) ramble last night was intriguing.