Seeking public approval, Nixon took clumsy steps to achieve popularity by inviting Elvis and Johnny Cash for dinner. Ronald Reagan smiled and said 'you got me there' when stumped for an answer. Bill Clinton played his saxophone and rediscovered his folksy Arkansas roots. Barack Obama sang a little and saw much-admired soul musicians in concert.
Donald Trump, by contrast, stews in resentment at his detractors. He holds campaign style rallies where he spits bile to cheering crowds; it is the closest thing to a vindictive triumph possible for a man in his position. When a person charged with such responsibility attempts to achieve such a triumph publicly it appears only childish, vain and petty.
The downfall is already here, for Donald Trump is downfall personified: a blustering and buffoonish avatar of intellectual and moral decline. A spectacular representation of the United States as it cedes, unwillingly but inevitably, its largely self-appointed role of world custodian. Trump is simultaneously a triumph and calamity of democracy.
The resigned types of the world must have collectively performed a little jig when he gained office. If anything illustrates perfectly the exquisite tragicomedy of human existence, it's this guy's ascent and rule as President.
“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” - H. L. Mencken
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