If you are a reasonable human being, you've probably reached a point where ignoring every piece of daily drivel regarding Donald J. Trump is as natural as blinking. But this is too big to ignore.
Peppered among the monstrosities inside the recent, illuminating NY Times piece -- where Trump's longtime butler Anthony Senecal dishes on the Donald's private life -- is this indefensible line regarding his steak preference: "It would rock on the plate, it was so well done."
While food lovers far and wide have eloquently defended their right to order a well-done steak, I can objectively say that they are wrong. How do I know? If God intended us to eat our steaks well done, he wouldn't have given us taste buds. It's that simple. And ordering your steak so hard that it rocks on the plate, brings up several important questions about the Donald: