But even the former president wasn’t about to stoop to hanging around this crowd. (As Strang said, there has to be a standard.) So, Clark recruited Eric Trump—not the most articulate or entertaining of Trump’s progeny, but a Trump progeny nonetheless—to speak in Branson. He strode onto the stage like he’d just knocked down the walls of Jericho himself. Cheers cascaded down from the rafters. No man had ever been celebrated so much for accomplishing so little.
