What to believe

Does anyone believe that Donald Trump, who has been more consistent in his admiration for and allegiance to Vladimir Putin than he has been consistent in anything over the past ten years, apart from his ever-present scorn for everything that he does not perceive as serving his delusions of a very petty grandeur, is going to forsake his hero and geopolitical leash-holder at the moment of truth? I would love to be proved wrong on this point. I have learned, however, never to underestimate Trump’s ability to prove me so right that I repeatedly have to admit I had not fully grasped just how vaingloriously ignorant and cowardly he could truly be, or how limitlessly malign the various all-too-predictable turns of his unfathomably low mind.

And so the world awaits Trump’s latest attempt to gratify his owner by bringing him his slippers all the way to Alaska.