Well, were you seized by a severe bout of vertigo last week as President Trump stumbled his way through his red (state) white (guy) and boo (everybody else) playbook to make America great?
We witnessed a spectacle of managerial incompetence. At best, it shocked allies around the world – and worse – that the land of the free and the home of the depraved could disrupt the lives of thousands upon thousands (immigrants? travelers? it isn’t clear) with valid passage to set foot in America because of a vengeful blowhard with no idea of how humanity works. Trump, I mean.
In hasty order, he threatened to invade Mexico; told off the prime minister of Australia; moved in on Yemen with little preparation from his dinner table; appointed a top advisor and former CEO of a white nationalist outfit to the National Security Council; and swore at the National Prayer Breakfast, astonishingly taking up time to trash his successor as a TV reality show host. He revealed little sensitivity to the historic profile of the late civil rights icon Frederick Douglass. Hoping to inject a prayerful lacework into Trump’s boorish words, Sean Spicer only made matters worse,
Are you beginning to see the revelation of a world bully wallowing in his own insecurity? David Brooks critically described Trump’s ailment as an “angry form of anhedonia, the inability to experience happiness”.
With so much serious business on the table Trump has been cooking self serving numbers: he boasts of his number of appearances on Time magazine covers when they were actually grim; he continues to stress that he was an easy winner in the November election without at least acknowledging that he lost the popular vote by nearly 3 million; he remains defensive about the crowd estimates for his inauguration , blaming the media for being dishonest.
Clearly, he believes a king like him doesn’t have too absorb such degradation. No matter what, he craves positive attention, fashioned with lies, in every breath.
As for the reality show ratings, he tangled with Arnold Schwarzenegger, saying the show’s “ratings went right down the tubes. It’s been a total disaster.’” That is beneath adolescence.
But Arnold had the perfect response, declaring: “Hey, Donald. I have a great idea. Why don’t we switch jobs? You take over TV, because you’re such an expert in ratings, and I take over your job. And the people can finally sleep comfortably again. Hmmm?’
I really think an arm wrestling match between the two combatants, though presumably brief, would make for much better TV.
All of this adds up in the vision expressed by critics during the campaign that he is “unfit” to be president.
America we have a problem.