This being that time of year when we are supposed to remember and be grateful, it is highly appropriate that we in the damned media — we, the enemy of the public; we, the ink-stained wretches; we, the writers of history’s first draft — should pause a moment and give thanks for President Donald J. Trump, politician extraordinaire.

This is a man who is truly larger than life in a Shakespearean kind of way. He is an entertainer always fearlessly on the ledge of a high-rise. He is a master promoter, a media maestro and — standing all alone as a party of one — the most successful single politician we have seen in 50 years.

Perhaps ever in America. Although, if the great chronicler of all things important, A.J. Liebling, were still alive, he would tell you that Louisiana Gov. Earl Long might have given Mr. Trump a run for his money in the audacity and showmanship departments.

Regardless, if Liebling were alive today, he would be following Mr. Trump from rally to rally and summit to summit like some kind of traveling roadie recording every delicious morsel of the great man’s political works. He would never miss an utterance, especially the tweets.

What makes Mr. Trump so wonderful — so worthy of our attention — is that he is not perfect. Sometimes he says things that are not politically acceptable. Sometimes he says things that are not totally, factually, technically, completely accurate.

But he never flinches.

Mr. Trump is flawed. But he knows he still has so much to offer that he doesn’t just pack up his carnival tent and go home. He just sells it harder.