And Just Like That, A Dictator

Now comes the messy part.

I’ve called Donald Trump many, many, many names.

A carnival barker, a gilded-age grifter, a pathetic, pasty-faced fraud. I’ve said he’s a malignant narcissist with the impulse control of a toddler and the attention span of a gnat on amphetamines.

Only rarely have I said he’s already a dictator.

He’s certainly dictator-curious, to borrow a phrase. He's nearing the end of his apprentice program at Dictator Technical School. His lust for it is seething, ugly, and constant. Now that he’s feeling the icy finger of death tapping his grotesque cankles, he’s pushing harder and harder for the Big Job.