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During his speech Trump broke off from his planned remarks to praise three “big, strong, good-lucking guys” he had seen waiting in the line outside the event.
“Where are they?” Trump asked the crowd. “You can’t miss ’em: big, strong, handsome Oklahoma studs.”
He proceeded to summon two men on to the stage.
“These are studs,” Trump said. “Wow.”
The crowd laughed nervously, unsure how to react to this intimate scene. But perhaps they shouldn’t have been surprised. Perhaps this was just the natural culmination of one man’s growing fascination with azzes, jawlines and steel-like shoulders, a preoccupation that Trump seems to enjoy, but which seems unlikely to help Republicans on 3 November.