We seem to recall that on the campaign trail, Donald Trump – in discussing how beautiful his new tax code as going to be – happily revealed that “Only I can fix it,” because, after all, he had been profiting from the old one for years.
In his royal state of mind, Mr. Trump seems now to believe that only he can fix anything: healthcare, tax codes, international agreements, climate change, Medicaid.
It is now clear, or should be, that only he can manage to screw things up. Only he can cause the United States of America to be perceived as confused, weakened, untrustworthy. Only he knows more than his security apparatus, more than all of his cabinet put together on every topic. And only he is responsible for hastening the US of A to a status just barely above that of Rio or Caracas. (It’s only fair to grant him allies in Congress for these purposes.)
The Donald seems to truly believe what we suspected all along: he is King. He wasn’t elected to be a representative and protector of his nation, but its czar. And that is how he expects his subjects to accept him, c.f., James Comey, Jeff Sessions, the entire “Mornin’ Joe” cast, the CIA, the department of State. Whenever he suspects his subjects of disloyalty (or criticism, or Democracy), the Donald goes on tour. He returns triumphantly, renewed, and full of the energy it must take to lie instantaneously about anything and everything.
So far, he has been able to persuade his followers that everything he does is natural, bursting with common sense, and as far from felonies as any six year old.