Some people like to rummage in their garden shed, some people like to watch football, Donald Trump likes to fire officials on Saturdays–those people who have the temerity to disagree with him. So weak a man he is, he cannot brook any dissent. He must keep a little patchwork of post-it notes with sharpied haters’ names on them on the wall behind his bed. When he wakes up on Saturday morning, he picks one and fires off a tweet to end their career, taking pleasure like a little boy does who pulls the wings off a fly.
Do we not see the comparisons with Nero (fiddling), Lear (raving) or Midas (waist deep in the sea)? This guy is a fruit and nutcase, he behaves like a medieval monarch. He packs his official ranks with stooges, silences his opponents and denies the truth. Welcome everyone to the new Unites States of Asshole.