Kelly asked Trumpov about his verbal tirades against women, whom he called “fat pigs,” “dogs,” “slobs” and “disgusting animals.”

He has some friends — acquaintances, really — whom he hates, mentally labeling them “the riffraff, the vulgarians, the slobs.”

I knew I was being absurd, a slob, a partial embarrassment, but I didn’t care.

“Is the bulls**tter by his very nature a mindless slob? Is his product necessarily messy or unrefined?”

“Like, aren’t there more important things we should be working on right now instead of, you know, that I might be dressing like a slob?”