Now, or later, the Clintons are toast

Donald Trump is learning at long last that when your opponent is destroying himself — or herself — you should get out of his way. The opponent deserves ample room to do the deed. The Donald is taking the high road past Hillary Clinton’s hell week.

He first praised James B. Comey, the director of the FBI, for his “courage” in reopening his investigation of Hillary’s vast email enterprise, and has so far devoted himself, without unnecessary bluster and bombast, to reminding everyone to listen and read the latest developments. No hyperbole needed. “Just the facts, ma’am,” is enough to keep the bombshell on everyone’s mind.

Hillary and the Democrats have worked hard to keep alive the notion that her email enterprise is complicated but not really worthy of anyone’s attention. The computer era irritates everyone, and only wonks and nerds understand modern miscommunications. Bernard Sanders imagined he was speaking for everyone when he declared, in debate with Hillary, that “I’m tired of hearing about Hillary’s damned emails.” If Bernie had listened a little closer and paid only a little attention to the issue, and acted accordingly, he would be the Democratic nominee today (unless Joe Biden beat him to it). Hillary would be in the counting house, her favorite place, nuzzling and cuddling the family gold.

Events since have even changed everything, even pulled some of the sleepyhead journalists who confuse being fatuous with being famous out of Hillary’s tank. Mr. Comey’s resurrection of his botched investigation has persuaded some of the famous and fatuous that maybe there’s a story here, after all. Pulitzers beckon.

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