Charles Hurt, Washington TimesAt some point, every warrior eventually runs out of arrows. His armor wears thin yet grows heavier still. He must lay down his weary helmeted head for rest. Even Coriolanus was forced to retreat — at the behest of his mother. Not so Donald Trump. Not a weary drop of blood pumps through the man’s veins. He wears his thick armor light as skin. His bottomless quiver is never empty.