I understand the draw and intrigue of trying to figure out who this mystery man is — our purported messiah.

But the hour is late. And we’re on the brink of entrusting someone with something we value highly.

Imagine that treasure being your daughter, and that “someone” a man who wants to date her. Would you spend five minutes listening to his tripe? Or tolerate his doublespeak? I don’t think so. You’d show him the door. With a kick in the rear for good measure.

Something we should have done a long time ago.

I’m depending on the men of our nation to come to their senses. The swooning women? Not so much — they gave us Clinton in the 90′s, I’m told.