I’m sitting in the United Club at SeaTac as I write this, having gotten to the airport earlier than necessary as usual. I can’t bear to race through the security line at the last minute, even though I have TSA pre-check and it’s normally very easy to get through.
Over coffee, I read about the David Muir interview with Trump, where our narcissist-in-chief obsessed yet again about his speech at the CIA and how people loved it, loved him, gave him a bigger cheer than they gave Peyton Manning.
This self-absorption is pathological. There is no other word for it.