Donald Trump is that last person I expected to feel sympathy for – ever.
Yet as I travel through the internet, he does seem to have the cards stacked against him.
Oh, not just because every time he looks away from the teleprompter all hell breaks loose, but because cameras pull unflattering expressions from his face the way leeches draw blood.
We’ve all experienced that feeling of resignation when the family holiday pictures start making the rounds on Facebook and there you are, looking like you’ve either had a lobotomy or had way more than your share of the wine that Cousin Lenny brought. At least there’s usually one or two shots where you don’t look like you make a habit of hanging around the playground, staring at the kids through the chain-link fence.
Trump, on the other hand, can’t catch a break. The Huffington Post in particular seems to take a particular delight in publishing photos of the candidate at critical –and unflattering – moments.
I’m sure his supporters, when they’re not busy plotting bodily harm to his opponent or practicing secret Altright handshakes, remind each other that of course you can’t judge a book by its cover.