That's my question for Donald Trump. Now that you've caught it, what are you doing to do with it?
Now that you seem to have all but secured the Republican nomination for president, what are you going to do with it? How are you going to assure the American people that you are serious about the job, and that you have a specific and substantive plan for moving the country forward?
How do you show the people of the world that you are worthy of being president of the United States? How do you lay aside the showmanship of the campaign, and take up the mantle of respectability that the office and the enormity of the task demand?
The Detroit debate was a train wreck. It left those who watched it with an odd uneasiness in their stomachs, some slight whiff of panic that made them fear the primary campaign might have gone horribly wrong. After seven years of Obama, built upon a shaky foundation of the irresponsible years before, America is in peril and half of its people are in a funk. Things are bad, and this election has to count. This is when we snatch the Republic back from the edge of a precipice.
So this election is big.
And as you shouted over Rubio, and boasted of the size of your schlong, a fear arose that you might not be big enough for the task. As the Fox moderators asked you the exact same question CNN moderators had asked you before, and you gave the same demonstrably ridiculous answer, a chill wind blew through the Trump Train.
At least it did where I sit.
When you gave the same simplistic lines you had given at the nine previous debates you've participated in, you raised doubts that you may not actually have any better answer. We know it's going to be great, we know we're going to start winning, but how. Specifically. What is your plan? In any area. Pick one.
A president and his platform have to have substance and specifics, and seriousness. You don't always have to be the buttoned-down guy most politicians are, but you do have to show that it's in your repertoire. You've shown that you are a good salesman, but you've not shown that you have a good product. There is no doubt you can be elected, there is grave doubt that you can serve.
And there is doubt that you have the temperament for the job.
As Rubio melted down at the debate, for example, an opportunity arose for you to be the bigger man and defuse the awkward confrontation. It would have been a display of maturity and reasonableness, and of your supposed negotiation skills, but you responded to his immaturity with your own, and the spiral into disgrace continued.
Presidents don't do that. Presidents have to be worthy to stand on the tarmac at Dover. Presidents have to be worthy to lay a wreath at Arlington. Presidents have to have a personal goodness that allows them to be able to show love to all, and keep commitments to all, and to stand as a personal representative of the Republic, its flag and its people.
The hands of a president one day may have to fasten the Medal of Honor around a hero's neck – those hands should not have been held up to demonstrate the size of a penis.
A president needs the ability to be presidential; Trump has not yet demonstrated that ability.
And now is the time.
As the full-bore sweep of big-state primaries bears down on us, as the math becomes more and more undeniable, Donald Trump needs to prove that this is about us, not him. He must show that this isn't some outgrowth of his own massive ego, but is a genuine commitment to saving a nation that has enriched him and been home to us.
He needs to start acting like a grown up. He needs to genuinely reach out to others by respecting them and speaking to and about them courteously. He needs to take his platform – which fits nicely on a hat – and expound upon it with specificity and credibility. He needs to show that if nominated and elected – statistical likelihoods – that he can actually serve.
And he needs to do it now.
Donald Trump is on track to secure the presidency. And he needs to tell us what he's going to do with it. Or a bunch of us on the Trump Train are going to jump off before it's too late.