Calling what happened in St. Louis on Sunday night a "presidential debate" is like calling most Twitter users with eggs for avatars "reasonable conversationalists."
Try as you might, there is little possibility of having a real exchange of views with Twitter eggs, who invariably walk away thinking they've won. And there's no talking with Donald Trump, either — a man who cannot apologize for a single thing he's ever said without hurling worse barbs.
The Republican candidate, if we can still call him that when GOP luminaries have spent the weekend repudiating him, spent the 90-minute town hall debate stalking the stage and lashing out like a wounded animal. A hyena, maybe, given how much the rising, hectoring tone of Trump's voice was starting to sound like howling.