Those of a certain vintage may recall a gay Scottish ditty - "Donald, Where's Your Troosers?" A hit of the day, it was fetchingly rendered by the popular Caledonian songster, Andy Stewart, who knew how to wring every ha'p'orth of Scotch sentimentality from his parochial audiences.
The song was, of course, referencing kilt-wearing haggis eaters. But there's also an allied piece of idiom applied to someone who's more show than go: "He's all hat and no trousers".
Between the two, it's not hard to draw parallels with the most famous Donald of our time – current CEO of the planet's economic powerhouse and cultural mecca for many a lonely Croatian goat herder or under-privileged Chad teenager aspiring to the rich consumer lives showcased via their nifty cell phones.
But let's take one of the Donald's defining issues in his presidential campaign – building THE WALL between Mexico and the USA. Pronto. According to his own CV, only he had the cojones to repel all those job-stealing rapist wet-backs. He was The Man to keep American safe, so that God-fearing patriots could publicly exhibit their right to bear arms while simultaneously demonstrating the skilled target grouping required to decimate assorted congregations of innocent fellow citizens.
A year down the track, people are naturally asking why there's not much evidence of an actual wall. Apparently it's all our own fault, and we need to get our ears waxed.
