It’s been 160 days since I last wrote a column about Donald J. Trump.

One hundred and sixty days.

I know, because I counted. Every. Single. Day.

And I counted, because I’d intended on giving the man 180 days — basically, six months — to work the kinks out of his presidency, settle into the office and impress me with all the plain-spoken promises he’d made to the millions of Americans longing for “greatness” again.

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It was Jan. 20 when I last devoted a column to President Trump, writing about an inaugural speech believed to be the largest public gathering in the history of large public gatherings. After that, I purposefully left him alone for almost 23 weeks — passing up softball after softball of killer comedic material — in an attempt to give him a fair shake.

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And while I know we’re still nearly three weeks away from that magic six-month number, short of some sort of amazing deathbed-repentance conversion I have a feeling “180-Days-In Donald” will be no different than “160-Days-In Donald.”

As such, speaking as your fellow lover of America, I’m now ready to pronounce my professional, unbiased opinion of our new president. And that opinion is:

Wow. This dude really sucks.

Who knows? Perhaps, as some people continue to claim, he really is a good president. Maybe he’s even a great one. But I couldn’t even begin to attempt to verify such claims. Because frankly, I can’t get past the fact that whatever kind of president Donald Trump may or may not be, turns out he’s a truly horrible human being. Vindictive. Mean-spirited. Insecure. Hateful. Petty. An entitled bully.

I realize this next part is going to sound like complete and utter hyperbole, but I swear it isn’t. I’ve honestly been wracking my brain the past few days, trying to think of even just one other person in my own personal orbit who would make a worse president. That self-righteous guy who attends my church? The auto mechanic I suspect is overcharging me for brake jobs? The sweet-but-clueless teenage ticket-taker down at the dollar theater?

I considered them all.

And the jarring truth of the matter is, for all their faults, I don’t know of a single individual in my life who would make a less suitable occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

At least, none of the people I know would act so blatantly and totally unpresidential toward his fellow Americans.

In fact, if we’re being brutally honest about the absolute worst, most unqualified person I could possibly think of to occupy the Oval Office, I need look no further than the mirror. And yet, as much of a train wreck a Mark Saal presidency would be, even I know enough about the solemn gravitas of the highest elected position in the land not to get down and wallow in the mud with those who would attempt to drag me there.

Look, I don’t have cable TV, so I’ve never seen the MSNBC program “Morning Joe.” And until recently, I’d barely even heard the names Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski. Maybe they’ve been unfairly harsh on President Trump, maybe they’ve even made their attacks intensely personal and mocking.

But Mika Brzezinski is not the president of the United States, nor is Joe Scarborough. And because of that one simple fact, I don’t give a rat’s red rear end about any of the white noise coming out of their pie holes.

However, Donald J. Trump is supposed to be our president — the man who is the face and voice and Twitter account of an entire nation. And when he lashes out at one of his constituents like some thin-skinned fifth grader out in the schoolyard who was just accused of having cooties, it tells me everything I need to know about the man’s fitness and temperament for what should be — to Americans, anyhow — the most powerful, important and dignified title in the world.

The one thing, above all else, that I’ve been watching for over the last 160 days? A little of that dignity. A little class. A modicum — just a modicum, mind you — of humanity.

And sorry, but I’m just not seeing any of it.

Make America great again? Please. The man can’t even manage to pull off the simple act of making himself appear moderately presentable in public.

Contact Mark Saal at 801-625-4272, or msaal@standard.net. Follow him on Twitter at @Saalman. Friend him on Facebook at facebook.com/MarkSaal.