He knows this -- He's just in this long enough for people to stop calling him "Trump" and start calling him ""The Donald"" again.
He's joy-riding himself in full public view.
Donald Trump cannot win 2016 against anyone. I don't care if Reagan's befuddled ghost cuts him a commercial. He can't win.
Not if he releases the genetic tests linking his excellent, excellent genes to Socrates, Descartes, Jesus of Nazareth, Moses, Nathan Forrest, Mr. Belvedere and Spiderman -- he doesn't win.
He could hold the cure for AIDS hostage and the people of this country would not trust him to release it once he was in office. He could hold the cure for every cancer and we would change the channel. Because he doesn't.
Not if his campaign is allowed to declare as many bankruptcies as he's personally officiated over; not if he offers every voter in America 15 minutes of internet fame trying to work for his campaign; not if he bowls 12 perfect games in a row; not if he eats more hot dogs than Kobayashi; not if he revives disco; not if he gets a revolver tattooed on his belly and goes shirtless for the next 14 months.
There is nothing he can do.
If the Democratic Party were to evaporate and every politician, actor, news anchor, journalist, author, singer, dancer and athlete besides Heraldo Rivera disappeared, we would be welcoming President Rivera...
because, here's the thing: he doesn't want the job. That's it.
Being President would mean that "The Donald" would have to do something.
And something is, quite simply, not what "The Donald" is good at.