Trump has decent approval ratings in national polls, registering above 20 percent in a latest NBC News poll from March and is averaging approval ratings that would allow him to stand on the debate stage in August. But the percent of people who said they would never vote for him is above 70 percent, far higher than any other candidate.

I found that to be hilarious.  People might be unclear about who they will vote for, but they sure know who they wouldn't.

Some highlights from the link:

After waving to supporters as he descended down an escalator, Trump stepped on to stage steeped in American flags where he said other candidates won't be able to fight ISIS because "they didn't know the air conditioner didn't work" or because "they didn't know the room was too big" for their presidential announcement.

He also knocked Republican challenger Jeb Bush by name for supporting Common Core and immigration reform, saying, "How the hell can you vote for this guy?"

He then compared Chinese leaders to American leaders. "Their leaders are much smarter than our leaders. It's like taking the New England Patriots and Tom Brady and have them play your high school football team. That's the difference between our leaders and China's leaders."

Trump said he would build a "great, great wall" on the southern border and that he would make Mexico pay for it.

Mexicans "are not our friends," he said.

In other political news, Donald Trump is stroking it in public again.

You know I do believe the American voting public is pretty stupid.

But I saw some of that speech today, very good "speech" I thought btw, and can not allow myself to believe they are stupid enough to buy Jeb as the bane of the "pampered elite".

Eight years later in Dec. 1960, about two months before I was born, my grandparents were in Washington, D.C. to visit my mother and father, who were then living on the Marine base in nearby Quantico. My grandfather had scored passes for everyone to watch the formal casting of electoral votes for that year's presidential election in the Senate Chambers at the Capitol, which would formally deliver the White House to the President-elect, John F. Kennedy.

Coincidentally, then-Vice Pres. Nixon presided over that proceeding in his capacity as president of the Senate. According to my mother, after the vote was concluded, they all went downstairs and got to meet a number of the electors themselves, and it was then that my grandmother -- who was actually a diehard FDR Democrat -- eyed Nixon standing near a window all by himself, staring outside and alone in his thoughts. She felt sorry for him, having had to formally preside over his own election defeat.

"Why, he looks so sad, like he doesn't have a single friend in the world right now," my mother recalled my grandmother saying to my grandfather. "Why don't you go over there and say something to cheer him up?"

My grandfather then looked at my grandmother quizzically, like she had rocks in her head, and said acidly, "That's because he doesn't HAVE any friends -- and why the hell would I want to do that?"

So my grandmother replied in reproach, "Oh, honestly, Herb!" -- and ever the gracious woman, she walked over to Nixon herself and proceeded to engage him in genial conversation for what my mother remembered was about ten minutes. Afterward, she brought him back over to the group to introduce him to my mother and father.

Mom says that it was actually quite awkward because the tension was palpable, since it was painfully obvious to her that Nixon and my grandfather not only knew one another personally from earlier days in California GOP politics, but that the harsh feelings my grandfather held toward Nixon were clearly reciprocal in nature.

"Herb," said Nixon coldly to my grandfather in grudging acknowledgment of his presence, to which my grandfather curtly replied, "Dick." According to Mom, these were the only two words spoken between those two men the entire time. They never shook hands or otherwise looked at one another the entire time.

Your recollection of your mother's views about Nixon made me recall my own family story, which still brings a smile to my face every time I think of it.