One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation.
Trump has consistently violated this rule.
No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.
Citizens United put an end to this one.
I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strengths and weaknesses. Even though this takes some of the fun out of the job, at least I will never utter the line “No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!”
Basically every candidate failed this one.
My pet monster will be kept in a secure cage from which it cannot escape and into which I could not accidentally stumble.
I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.
So far this has held, but I’m keeping my eye on Hillary.
If I absolutely must ride into battle, I will certainly not ride at the forefront of my Legions of Terror, nor will I seek out my opposite number among his army.
Jill Stein. I hear she’s going to try to Leroy Jenkins her way into the debate Monday.
I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary.
Trump, are you listening?