A poised and polished Hillary Clinton came, she saw, and she crushed the Donald.  It was no contest.  In the annuls of debate few men have been so thoroughly torn asunder on the stage of verbal combat, and, with pointed precision, found themselves outgunned, bleeding mercilessly, and left to gasp on the decaying heap of presidential wannabes.  The third showing between these two rivals will be reviewed for many years to come as a stark contrast in presentation skills, in purpose, and in perspicuity.  Hillary won on all factors.  Trump took the bait every time Hillary dangled it—and got snagged every time.  In fact, he swallowed it all---hook, line, and sinker.  He sealed his fate with bluster, ignorance, and insults. From his drowning position his deflated ego is now blubber for assorted marine life, and he has found an appropriate home as a footnote in the pages of Presidential campaigns.   

Much like the overblown ego of Carnehan in the Rudyard Kipling tale in this essay’s title, Trump thought he was too big to be contained within the confines of his golf and casino empire.  So he set out to become King of the world with a temporary pivot as President of the U.S.   Alas, it was not to be.  Americans will overlook many shortfalls, but even the most egregious ideologue apparently will not let a dictator dictate the terms of defeat before the votes are rendered.  Yes, Donald, there are some things that neither fake money nor false modesty can buy—not our values, not our lives, and not our votes.  This much we know for certain about your incredible wealth and your self-proclaimed executive abilities—you are chump change, you’re a dufus, and you’re fired!