People are laughing at the interview that Donald Trump gave to Hugh Hewitt. The Donald is supposed to have embarrassed himself. He is supposed to have proven himself a one-man Abbott-and-Costello team. Quds? Kurds? What’s on second?

Trump was angry after that interview, thinking he had been a victim of “gotcha” questions. He called Hugh a “third-rate radio announcer.” In reality, Hugh is a first-rate radio announcer, or host.

And you know what he said about this Trump interview? Many of Trump’s answers were “excellent.” And the candidate “did very well throughout most of that interview, including tricky questions about China and Israel.”

This morning, I read the transcript, to take in the debacle. And, you know? I don’t really see what all the fuss is about. I think Trump did fine. Sure, Trump didn’t hear Hugh very well over the phone. (I believe he was on the phone.) Hell, I can’t hear half the things I’m supposed to hear on the phone. Quds, Kurds, cuts, curs? Curds and whey?

I happen to be steeped in things Middle Eastern, and have been since my teens. I’ve made a fair number of trips to the region. I know that “Quds” is the Arabic term for Jerusalem, and the Farsi term too. But so what?

Trump says he’ll know this stuff when he needs to know it (which is not now, apparently). He’ll be up to speed when he has to be. Moreover, he’s not a detail man. As Jesse Jackson once said — I quoted him in a post below, curiously enough — “I’m a tree-shaker, not a jelly-maker.” The Donald doesn’t make jelly; he shakes trees. He’s a big-picture guy, a tornado through life.

As I’ve said a few times, I don’t think DT should be anywhere near the Republican nomination, or the presidency. (It gives me the d.t.’s!) But was this interview embarrassing or disgraceful? No, unless you think Trump wakes up embarrassing and disgraceful. He was himself — candid, blustery, and, frankly, interesting.

Hugh Hewitt called him the “best interview in America.” There is a case, there is a case.

So, how do you like them apples? Do I qualify as an honorary Trumpkin? (The coinage is our friend Kevin’s.)