Trump brags, name-calls, but to his credit he’s candid – what you see is what you get. He’s a rascal but doesn’t dress it up with high sounding talk.

Cal Cunningham’s a rascal too but candor’s not among his virtues: He painted a picture of himself as a small-town boy… to trust… who loves North Carolina. At the same time, he was sex texting his girlfriend in California.

It’s a kind of ironic justice: Trump’s candid, Cunningham’s goody-goody, but either way their sins come back to haunt them.