Toto the dog wasn’t needed in Mobile last Friday night (8/21) to pull the curtain from behind The Great and Mighty Trump. Trump let his own curtain flutter open, showing to much of the audience the humbug within.

In an hour-long verbal meanderthon at half-filled Ladd-Peebles Stadium, Trump allowed an atmosphere of electric excitement to dissipate, and then he split town without his promised post-show press conference. As I left the stadium, a red-hatted lady of my acquaintance spotted me and pulled me aside, saying: “Somebody needs to tell that man when to shut the you-know-what up. People were leaving in droves.”

The line of the evening belonged to Rob Holbert, a former press aide to Senator Trent Lott of Mississippi and now the co-publisher of the port city’s Lagniappe weekly. “That speech was more disjointed,” he said, “than a skeleton after tumbling down four flights of stairs.”

Sure, Trump’s speech got some bursts of enthusiastic applause. Still, compared with the remarkable buzz leading up to the tycoon’s visit, the actual performance was missed opportunity. Typical was this frustrated Facebook post by a local tea-party leader: “Substance!!!!!!!!! No substance!!!!! . . . Trump, please stop rambling. Please, do you have a plan???”

Together with my co-authors of this article, Troy Newman and Mark Crutcher, I have devoted my life, for decades now, to ending abortion. We have done so -- and continue to do so -- with the conviction that abortion, and the industry that sells it, is collapsing under its own weight.

We have each seen, time and time again, how exposing the horror of abortion itself causes many people to reject it, without us making a single argument or rationale for doing so. We simply need to expose to the light of day this evil which continues, in large part, because its purveyors are experts at keeping it hidden.

The abortion industry is corrupt to the core because you can't practice vice virtuously. If your conscience has deteriorated to the point that you can kill babies, you're going to do a lot of other evil as well. Your ability to discern right from wrong has been destroyed, and there's no way that the fallout is only going to impact one segment of your activities.

The old Democrat Party was a motley collection of selected plutocrats, labor bosses, Southern segregationists, smaller farmers, urban liberals and, as early as the 1930s, racial minorities. It was no doubt a clunky coalition but delivered big time: winning World War II, pushing back the Soviet Union and making it to the moon while aiding tens of millions of Americans to ascend into the middle class.

Only one Democrat candidate in the 2016 presidential race, James Webb, represents this old coalition. A decorated combat veteran, onetime Reagan Navy secretary and former U.S. senator from Virginia, Webb, 69, combines patriotism with a call for expansive economic policies to help the middle class.

He speaks most directly to white working-class voters, particularly in places like Appalachia, the South and in rural hamlets and exurbs across the country, precisely where Democrats are now regularly thrashed in elections.

So far, his candidacy is attracting little to no mention, because he identifies with an America – white, rural or suburban – disdained or ignored by the official press. Many current Democrats not only dislike these constituencies, but don’t even want to deal with them, counting, instead, on their lock-step support of minorities, rich liberals, single women and prefamily millennial voters.

Today’s “Post-American” Democrat Party is heading where Barack Obama has pushed it – a full-throated program of statist gentry leftism. Jim Webb wants to reverse that direction.