Maggie Haberman and Peter Baker have a new piece in The New York Times today that portrays our pr*sident as a puddle of fondue getting ready to evaporate into God’s blessed ether.
It will unsettle you to your bones (if you’re not already way past that point) and clearly shows that Trump is essentially one giant urine collection away from being Howard Hughes.
He rants at his advisers, calling them “fucking idiots.” He’s obsessed with the media’s criticism of him, wondering, “Why is it like this?” (Uh, because you’re president, and a horrible one at that.)
Oh, but he still loves parts of the job — namely the parts that allow him to inconvenience other Americans who are trying to get to work: “’The roads closed for me!’ he declared to friends earlier this year after a motorcade ride.”
Yeah, that’s what the president’s 6-year-old child is supposed to say — not the president himself.
Overall, you get the impression that if he were the guy changing the oil in the cruller fryer at Dunkin’ Donuts rather than the president of the United States, he would have been quietly removed months ago.
But perhaps most alarming are these two excerpts:
Always impulsive, the president increasingly believes he does not need advisers, according to people close to him. He is on his third chief of staff, third national security adviser, sixth communications director, second secretary of state, second attorney general and soon his second defense secretary. Turnover at the top has reached 65 percent, according to the Brookings Institution.
Um … yeah, ya do need advisers, Biff. You more than anyone. The only thing you don’t really need is a surgeon. Feel free to do that work yourself.
More recently, the president has told associates he feels “totally and completely abandoned,” as one put it, complaining that no one is on his side and that many around him have ulterior motives. That extends even to his son-in-law, Jared Kushner, who was credited for helping push through the criminal justice bill, praise that Mr. Trump took note of.
Longtime associates said Mr. Trump’s relationship with his children has grown more removed and that he feels he does not have a friend in the White House. He disagrees with Mr. Kushner and Ivanka Trump much of the time, but cannot bring himself to tell them no, leaving that instead to Mr. Kelly, according to former aides. That made Mr. Kelly the heavy, they said, and therefore the target of their ire until he was finally forced out.
So the guy with his tiny finger on the nuclear trigger feels so isolated, paranoid, and abandoned that he doesn’t even trust his daughter’s husband anymore. He trusts no one and wants to do everything on his own. He’s not just an idiot who doesn’t know he’s an idiot — now he’s an idiot who thinks everyone else is an idiot and believes only his ideas have any merit.
So, yeah, we’re kind of screwed.
It’s like two-thirds of the country is watching a hostage situation and we’re just praying that he passes out before he presses the button on his TNT vest.
And, boy, is it ever not fun.
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