Trump is like a pub bore. So let’s treat him like one. Photo: PA

I was working on a farm in Australia a few years ago, when I realised that my legs were covered in leeches. I’d been walking through this field of tall grass and by the time I came out, they were all over me.

My first instinct was squeamish disgust. Without really thinking about it, I flicked one off. That’s the wrong thing to do. It makes you bleed. If you just leave them to do their business, they’ll heal up the wound and drop off of their own accord. In the end, I had to sit down and watch these disgusting, slimy things take my blood.

It was a useful experience, in that it showed how quickly disgust can turn to tedium. By the time they were done, the horror had faded and I was completely unfussed by their presence.

And that’s where I have ended up with Donald Trump: he is a leech and my disgust has turned to boredom.

I am tired of waking up every morning and being presented with the latest demonstration of his intellectual and moral inadequacies. It’s a constant tide of filth, a daily churn of the worst aspects of the most boringly ignorant personality I’ve ever been forced to engage with. Every day he does this. Every day the signal is boosted around the world, by all of us.

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