Among the journalistic offerings yesterday was this: “Does Donald Trump cheat at golf? A Washington Post investigation.” I was reminded of one of my favorite pieces of journalism of the entire 1990s: Byron York’s investigation for The American Spectator into Bill Clinton’s cheatin’ ways. On the golf course, I mean. It was meticulous, brilliant, and delicious.

Wish I could find it for you. Can’t.

Anyway, the Trumpster and Billy J. (Clinton) have a lot in common. But maybe not as much in common as Newt and Bill. Remember what the president said to the speaker? “You’re a lot like me.” Oh, yeah.

I was also reading this interview with Trump at the Daily Caller. Let me excerpt:

Trump often cites how rich he is as a sign of his success and, in turn, a qualification to be President of the United States. By that standard, would someone richer than him, like Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg, be more qualified for the presidency?
“That’s different,” Trump replied. “Honestly, I don’t think I’d swap assets, to be honest with you. I’ve seen that stuff go up and down. I have very, very solid stuff. To me, I love real estate because you can feel it. A lot of people, they’ll make five hundred million dollars by doing some new computer game, but I don’t consider that — I consider that sort of different. I consider that paper.”
“I did it in real estate,” he explained, “and as real estate goes, this is about as high as you go.”

As every red-blooded American male does, with regularity, I thought of Caddyshack. There is nothing in life to which Caddyshack doesn’t apply. Says Rodney, in the pro shop, “If you own anything but land, you own a popcorn fart.”

If I had the technological skills of a Jim Geraghty, I’d embed that baby right here for you. The video, I mean.

P.S. I don’t think that Trump belongs anywhere near the presidency. (I think the same of Bill Clinton. And his wife.) But you have to admit the guy is fun. An American original. And extraordinarily candid in interviews. Uncanned. I’d give an arm to play golf with him (and I probably wouldn’t do much worse).

Update: On Twitter, Jonah Goldberg said to Byron York, Where is that piece of yours? That piece of pieces, that Jay loves so much. Byron delivered it: here. Published in September 1996 (two months before the Clinton-Dole election), the piece was headed “Bill’s Bad Lie.” Perfect.

Incidentally: I often refer to Byron as “Iron Byron,” in honor of the device that tests golf equipment. It itself was named after the great champion Byron Nelson.

Update II: Jack Fowler has rustled up that slice from Caddyshack: here. I was wrong about the location. Rodney’s in the dining room, not the pro shop. (Mortified apologies to Caddyshackologists!)