This piece meanders through a universe of characters who
seemingly have one mission only: please the boss. It is not a political
headquarters but a running episode of "The Apprentice."
The obsequious, the untrained, the unprepared. Like the
master scribbling notes just before a speech, the acolytes serving as
his alter ego to the public make stuff up on the fly. No direction, or
more precisely only one, pay homage to Mr. Trump.
See him rail against Paul Manafort for attempting to reign him in. No one challenges the great Wizard of Oz.
What do we learn from this peek behind the curtain? Not
much except what we have long suspected: there is an underlying fear of
failure even in the face of victory. As the demise of Mr. Cruz beckoned,
Donald Trump worries of forces allied against him, seeing danger as
much as basking in the glory of this improbable moment.
It is a picture of a king, awarding loyalty over
competence, fealty over, well, anything else. We are witness to a wild
ride at 30,000 feet, from high above an earth whose realities Mr. Trump
cannot possibly understand from this distance.
For him, and for us, tomorrow will likely look remarkably
like today, organized only in the sense that everything emanates from
and revolves around the center of this universe. Those in his inner
circle buckle up for better and often the worst, as this wild ride
continues towards its ultimate intended destination in Washington. Hold
on.
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