When Kelly is on her game and acts like a broadcast professional, there's no one better. She's at her best when she's going after radical–left liars like Baltimore prosecutor Marilyn Mosby, Planned Parenthood's criminal elite, and just about everyone who perpetuated the "Hands up, don't shoot" lie.

But she's at her absolute worst when her cranial inflammatory condition — Beckitis — flares up and "I," "me," "my" come rolling off her tongue in nonstop fashion. Well … come to think of it … she's at her very worst when she's interviewing her "hunk" of a house-husband and artificially boosting one of his novels into a New York Timesbestseller. I think George and Ira Gershwin had him in mind when they wrote "Nice work if you can get it."

Borrowing from her ex-husband's comments about his marriage to Kelly, her current spouse appears to be the wife she's always wanted. As her ex (Dr. Dan Kendall) put it, "We both needed someone to cook and clean."

But let's not get personal here. I have no dog in this fight — I've never even met Donald Trump — but starting what is supposed to be a serious debate about serious issues by asking a flagrantly loaded question aimed at one participant — under the dishonest guise of its being for all the participants — is a perfect example of why people dislike the media almost as much as they do politicians.

But for me, Kelly's loaded question was almost secondary. I was already annoyed by her giddy, self-absorbed blather long before the candidates came out of their bunkers to do battle.