I once very much enjoyed Byron York's writing and opinions.  No longer.  The coarsening and dumbing effect of Trump has taken an enormous toll on the intellectual and moral depth of York's once keen pen.

He has now been reduced to the sad lot of a propagandist ... part sycophant, part cunning fabulist.  His once sharp wit has been reduced to hamfisted boorishness.  His Insightfulness has given way to buffoonish insults and obsequious pandering.

A caricature now stands where a brilliant and brave thinker once held audience with those who found in truth, an ally.

How very sad.

The corrupting effect of Trump is leaving heaping mounds of ruin and shame in its fetid wake.

I wonder, can men like York ever really recover what they've sacrificed in their efforts to court favor with so darkened a soul?