It’s a busy day at the Combat! blog offices today, so I thought I’d take a moment to direct you to this post from one year ago today. Remember when Donald Trump’s speech patterns and fantastic insistence on his own greatness were funny and new, instead of grim warnings of a degenerate future? Me neither. It’s crazy how dated this feels after just one year, like some light satire on the confidence of young Cassius Clay. I guess the difference is that Clay went on to become an icon of forward-thinking greatness, whereas Trump has made more of a circular progression. I’m glad he’s a joke again, but I’m a little scared of what his meteoric rise and vertiginous plummet have done to our senses of what’s normal.