Seriously, I believe in Easter, whatever terms you use — resurrection, transformation, metamorphosis, conversion, renewal — the opportunity for a person to shed pretense and delusion and resentment and be free — it’s never too late, that the 80s can be the best time of your life — that Donald John Trump could become a nice person, learn how to apologize, to express sympathy, pet a dog, tell a joke, pick up a small child and talk to it, take up folk dancing, lead men’s Bible study, not refer to his critics as scumbags. I honestly do. I believe the South African car dealer could become a philanthropist, give his little boy a name, adopt stray animals, join the Bible study group.