He might have eaten all their livers already

John Podhoretz writes in the New York Post,

...the man Republicans want for their tribune in 2016 is a disgusting jerk they somehow believe will have their backs when the only back he’s ever had is his own.

...So you want to know how Jeb did? His best debate yet. And Marco Rubio? He was sensational. Did what he had to do. Got off the mat and got himself back in the fight. Winner on points. Ted Cruz was mostly off his game, but still had very good moments. John Kasich too, trying to play the “I’m positive” candidate. (Ben Carson? Whatever.)

So what. I’d like to believe that what they did and how they performed matters. But hard experience over the past nine months tells me different. This debate was about Trump, not about them. He made sure of that, as usual.

He interrupts, he yells over them, he insults them, he goes over his allotted time, and the whirlwind he creates turns into a vacuum that sucks all the air out of the place and right into his attention-whore lungs.

...Jeb Bush tussled with Trump, but at one point he said it was okay for Trump to denigrate him but he should leave Jeb’s family alone. And right there, he proved Trump right in the terms in which Trump sees the world—the Donald strong, the Jeb weak.

Alas, just as you don’t bring a knife to a gunfight, you can’t bring disapprobation to a showdown with Hannibal Lecter and hope to survive. You have to eat his liver with fava beans and a good chianti before he eats yours. How? How the hell do I know? But I’m not running for president. They are.

And the thing is, he might have eaten all their livers already.