Once, a long time ago, when my sons were teenagers, I pledged to them I wouldn’t offer them unsolicited advice. I made the declaration for two reasons.

One was that I was tired of repeating myself, as I would tell them the same thing over and over; it did no good. Second, I said that if they wanted advice they would have to ask for it and if I gave it I wanted them to take my advice seriously and act on it.

I have more or less found myself in the same position these days with the president of the United States. I am on the verge of declaring I am finished complaining about his boorish behavior. Two reasons stand out.

One is that he is unlikely to read the comments of a chump blogger in North Texas who has been saying for more than a decade that Donald Trump is unfit to be POTUS. He is unfit morally, temperamentally, and experience-wise. What’s the point? Second, even if he were to read my blog posts, he is highly unlikely to act on anything I have to say.

I more than likely have said more than I need to say about Trump’s hideous reaction to the death of former FBI director Robert Mueller. I likely also have repeated myself a bit. What’s the point, therefore, in stating the obvious about Donald Trump. Most of us know he’s a slug, that he lacks humanity.

I suppose I’ll have to concentrate on the POTUS’s deeds. Or his misdeeds … you know?

Then again, someone without a scintilla of shame won’t be moved by anything anyone would say about the actions he takes.