Remember, ‘way back in 2016, after Dear One actually “won” an election, the Republicans in Congress decided this might not be the disaster they had imagined. After all, Trump knew nothing, was nothing, learned nothing, and was generally out of control.
This was a Republican ideal. Someone too dumb to argue. All Congress has to do was slip him a piece of paper and he would sign it. God, they could forge the nation into whatever shape they wanted! Their goals could actually be realized. They could stay in power forever with a “leader” who was a pushover, who was likely to rubber stamp anything he didn’t understand for fear of exposing his ignorance.
Two problems soon swam into view. (1) The Republicans themselves couldn’t decide on what they wanted to do, and when they did, they couldn’t unify around whatever the idea was – not to mention the personalities behind the proposals. (2) Trump wasn’t THAT dumb!
In fact, within weeks, the Republicans came to fear the new president. He had an attitude, he had made promises he was going to keep – an idea so far removed from the history of the recent Republican party it was as though he was speaking in another language. True, his cabinet was fashioned from computerland; he knew very few of his appointees personally, and he seemed to assume that whomever was recommended would do whatever he, Trump, wanted. After all, he had put them where they were. They owed him. He was King.
If it took him a little while to understand that he really was president, it took Congress a little while to understand that if it didn’t do whatever was demanded, its members could be primaried (a), scolded on Twitter (b), or have their lives made so miserable they wanted out nearly as much as they wanted in (c). In record time, many House members decided to “retire.” Senators had already begun to jump ship. Various departments of the country’s understucture were denuded of once dedicated men, women, ideas, and action.
Of course this didn’t trouble Mr. Trump for a moment. He believed that he could do whatever needed doing, department by department. He needed no assistance, just flunkies. He got them.