Trump exceeds any normal toddler’s rapacious need for attention; Trump revels in creating a daily, even hourly firestorm in which he is the center of the news cycle, for good or for ill. The tenor of the attention doesn’t seem to matter to him. In his world, all attention is good.
I find it tiresome. I used to read the Trump pronouncements, then all the fact-checking rebuttals. Now I simply scan the headline, assume that what Trump says is largely untrue and completely self-serving, and move on.
Jon Meacham has a Washington Post piece in which he talks about the limits of Trump’s reality TV show world:
The most comforting line in the article is this: “And no show lasts forever.”
The hardest thing for me as a grandmother is talking about Trump, when the topic comes up, with my grandchildren — mostly with Archie, who seems more politically aware. I generally believe that children should be taught to respect adults, and assume that all of us should respect the office of the president of the United States whether or not we like the person who occupies it. But I can’t go there with Trump. The best I can manage is this:”Sometimes even grownups make big mistakes, and our country made a big mistake in the last election and chose a very bad man. The way we fix mistakes is with new elections. Now we have to focus on electing good people, to replace the bad guys.”
I always refer to President Obama with his title, and the same for President Bush. I call Trump, Trump, no title. That may be disrespecting the millions of voters who put this vain narcissistic serial abuser of women in office, but I can live with that.