I’ve got trumpitis, a disease marked by great mental fatigue and caused by unending dramatic twists and turns in the Oval Office. Trump’s bizarre blending of malevolence and incompetence is bewildering and disorienting. How strange it is to watch a man in the highest office in the land blunder so badly that he can’t stop himself from revealing his own evil. Never has the old phrase “his own worst enemy” been so apt.
Trump’s self-inflicted wounds seem to occur several times each week, making it nearly impossible for him — or for congress — to get anything done. Washington was dysfunctional before Trump arrived and in fact probably was a major factor in his election. But now Washington has reaped the whirlwind and — were they not blind — the Republican leaders would surely be saying another of those old phrases: “We have met the enemy and it is us.”
The Republican commitment to stopping Obama, no matter whether he was right or wrong on the various issues, jammed the wheels of government, which created a backlash that in turn led to the election of a truly and deeply incompetent oaf at president. What none of us guessed during the campaign was the extent to which Trump would act like a man beholden to Vladimir Putin. It is becoming increasingly clear that Trump at the very least has shown a degree of favoritism toward Russia that is inexplicable in purely political terms. This favoritism is not a matter of policy or diplomacy but something more sinister.
I keep thinking of how happy Trump looked while hosting the two Russian officials in the Oval Office last week. We can see that happiness because Russian photographers were permitted to take photographs while American photographers and reporters were excluded. What the photos show is a Trump who seems much more at home with the Russians than he has with any other foreign officials, including our closest allies. In fact. he seemed much happier in those photos than when he is with his own wife. . .