Donald Trump deserves praise for having the nerve to meet Vladimir Putin face-to-face

Don’s noble & fearless

Not everyone will like me after I write this. But, then, some didn’t like me even before I wrote this.

Let’s praise Donald. Thank him. Respect him. Who else had the gizzard, nerves, smarts to stand face-to-face to Satan’s lying teeth in front of the world?

Some don’t believe in God, unsure about Buddha or Allah. OK. You don’t like Donald? OK. But who else?! Biden — who’s still looking where to pee? New Jersey’s Menendez, who’s now in the can? Even the Statue of Liberty shivered over Barack.

The whole world is scared. People tremble before asking bosses for a raise. Students cry before a test. Realtors just raise the rent.

Nobody, nobody, not one body, has the gonads — besides Donald — to risk this risk.

Don’t like him? So? Mazel tov.

Who else?

Who cares? You belch he’s a dictator, too egotistical. So? Some things are in the veins. I share my home with a Yorkie. Name? Jellybean. I love him insanely. Jellybean’s been housebroken for six years. He STILL pees on my kitchen floor.

How about Adam Bullschiff who’s now in the government’s crosshairs. Him you like? Or Bernie Sanders, who specializes only in spitting? Slamdamnhammy, who has money yet lives in a cheapo apartment. That three-named ex-bartender who hit the Met Gala in an unpaid-for gown? These three blind mice are your selections? Them you like better?

Dear leader

Who you want to lead us? Another “cold, austere, forbidding” John Quincy Adams, who did zip? Another Millard Fillmore, who thought slavery’s not worth a civil war? Benjamin Harrison? Wore gloves before shaking hands? Coolidge? What did he do?

I don’t hang around Mar-a-Lago like certain ancient leftovers hoping he’ll notice and give them an ambassadorship in downtown Toiletville. But the man I have known for over 50 years, are we in touch? Yes. Quietly. By phone. By notes. By mail.

Who else has the nerve, guts, strength, fearlessness to do this in the face of the entire world? How about the terrors of the rest of all of us? Afraid to take the subway. Afraid to walk alone at night. Afraid of the world. Sitting home watching TV eating your curds and whey while Donald — alone — is willing to risk?

Remember Bush? Threw up on Japan’s prime minister. Nixon? Well, forget Nixon. Bill Clinton’s hobbies we know about.

So you say this one’s a showoff? Yeah. So? He doesn’t smoke. Doesn’t drink. Has respectful children. He’s redoing the White House, which hasn’t been done since Sitting Bull sat up. He’s disinfecting Washington, which makes today’s Bed-Stuy look like Kiev. And the Dem donkeys — another word for donkeys is “asses” — are knocking him?

Dems da breaks

Prefer another druggy Hunter type in the White House? More Secret Service bodies who shiver, quiver and can’t notice a nearby shooter with a rifle? Jerk and Jill, who’d run up the hill to fetch another kettle of hair bleach? Citizenship in those nice places like Venezuela, Syria, Russia?

Go. Send me a postcard from your cell.

Steve Buscemi once said this: “My favorite review described me as ‘the cinematic equivalent of junk mail.’ ”

Our twice elected — fearless — Donald is doing. Trying. He should be applauded.