So, Donald Trump, who's, like, leader of the free world and stuff, goes on Twitter and says, in part, "Thought it was going to be a smooth transition — NOT!"

Pure "Wayne's World."

The reference is from a popular movie and "Saturday Night Live" skit from the late Cocainic Period. In other words, maybe 700 slang waves out of date.

Still, you can't blame the old guy for trying. He's rich. He's got a hot young wife. He's got a jolt of nuclear Viagra under his belt. He's gonna reach for cool. It's like that time your Uncle Ray, the one who got rich in the used mobile home business, showed up at your sweet 16 party in a Rocawear jacket.

You wanted to die — obvie!

Oh, hell, I knew it was going to be bad when the morons got their president. I just figured it would be presidential bad, statesman bad, even corporate-boardroom bad. I figured the money chimp in charge would puff himself up with pride and start using big, rolling words, or at least shorter, tougher words.

NOT!

Is this what we get?

I can hear the negotiations now.

TRUMP: "You have to stop fiddling with your currency."

POWERFUL CHINESE AMBASSADOR: "I don't think there is a way we can do that."

TRUMP: "WAY!"

I'm not looking forward to the collapse of the American economy because I'm six years from retirement. But I'll tough it out. I'm pretty healthy. I could easily work until I'm 75. Besides, the men in my family tend to die in their 60s, so I don't feel all that threatened.

And I'll forgive Trump for sounding crazy grandpa during the debates. It's a lot of pressure for a guy, a debate. This is particularly true if the guy isn't used to saying presidential stuff. For most of his career, Trump's been able to get ahead by saying, "Screw the contractors, don't pay 'em." And "You're fired." And, of course, "You want green card? We make boom-boom, I get you green card."

You want to know who our next president is? Go to your local newspaper webpage, bring up any story about your mayor, and scroll through the comments.

Sooner or later, you'll find this comment.

"Mayor Smith has done SO much for our city! Oh, wait a minute, I forgot. He's done NOTHING!"

Laugh when you read that comment. Laugh loudly and laugh for a long time, because that's who is in charge now.

By the way, the name given by the commenter will be "Second Amendment Sam," "Citizen Journalist or "Term Limits NOW."

It's not so much that Trump is so full of snark. It's just that it's such bad snark, such kid-in-the-back-of-the-class-who-never-takes-off-his-coat snark.

The best way to learn how to cover politics is to cover town politics in the small places, the little towns where character is written in very dark ink.

I was covering a town council race in one of those places years ago, and there was a candidate's debate in the Methodist church. One of the guys running was Donald Trump, but younger.

A guy in the crowd asked the incumbent a softball question, and Trump Boy was on it like ugly on an ape.

"That guy's a plant!" He yelled victoriously. "He's your campaign manager! You got him here asking you the easy questions because you can't answer the hard questions!"

"He's not my campaign manager," the incumbent said.

Messengers were dispatched to the Town Hall. Soon enough, they returned with the incumbent's nomination papers. His campaign manager was, as he said, not the fellow who'd asked him the question. I enjoyed my job that night, and I enjoyed working election night, when Trump Boy lost.

Which is not what happened this year. Get used to it, and keep laughing for as long as it lasts. Say it with me:

Trump's World! Party on! Excellent! Nuclear holocaust!

To find out more about Marc Dion and read features by other Creators Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit www.creators.com Dion's latest book, "King of the World on $14 an Hour," is a collection of his best 2014 columns and is available for Nook and Kindle.