The gangster king, whose morals are up there with the Bonannos, Colombos, Gambinos, Genoveses and Luccheses, surely has tricks up his sleeve--when did he not?--but maybe it won't be the tricks that carry him.
What may carry him is his absolute belief in himself. That impregnable certainty, that inability to doubt himself, inspires a certain astonished regard. Even those who, like me, detest him, envy the ability to feel no shame, ever. To experience none of the humiliations of everyday life. Who wouldn't want that?
Or maybe I'm counting my lucky stars that I feel them. Could I have a moral compass otherwise?
But it's always had a grip on the public, that bullet-proof self-confidence. Jesus seems to have had it, but then so did Napoleon. Hitler. Putin. The ones with political power were mostly male, but female narcissists have their sway--Madonna comes to mind, and I spent more of my youth than I'd care to admit wishing I could project that kind of power.
Thirty-seven counts against the orange man (as of this writing) and at least two of his lawyers, John Rowley and Jim Trusty, quitting.
Another "Wow" moment, said a CNN reporter.
I could sleep at night if I were absolutely certain the accused would be convicted and locked up.
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