Bill O'Reilly here and I'm warming up. Stand by for the O'Reilly Update Morning Edition.

On this Thursday in 1961, singer Joe Jones had a hit single with a tune called You Talk Too Much.

The refrain went like this.

You talk too much, you worry me to death, you talk too much you worry me to death you talk too much you even worry my pet

63 years later Donald Trump might dial that song up

Here's his dilemma

Thousands of people attend its rallies hoping to be entertained and the former president rarely disappoints. He rifts on his

opponents and the mess the Biden-Harras administration has imposed on the nation. He talks

about it and talks and talks. Somewhere in that monologue which is mostly ad-lived, Mr. Trump usually veers into crazy land.

He's not always serious when he goes there, but the corrupt media reports his words without context.

Think dictator on day one.

Good people on both sides.

Migrants eating pets.

Wait, the last one was serious. Anyway, few Americans of the time to watch the

Trump rally, so all I hear is purposely distorted accounts of his rhetoric, and that is taking a toll on his campaign.

In the opposing camp, Vice President Harris does Hersher obloveating, but it's rarely entertaining

unless you want to hear about her kitchen when she was a little girl.

Comless middle class upbringing is her answer to just about every question.

So there we are.

How about a little less blather and more focus on solving problems?

Back after this.

That is the morning O'Reilly update.

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