The Loneliest Psychopath in the World

     Truman once famously said the presidency was the loneliest job on earth. Trump wouldn't know anything about that since he hardly works at it, has at best a very faulty grasp of the scope and duties of a presidency that he never truly won and never will. Imagine, therefore, how lonely it must be being Donald Trump, the most spectacularly insane man with any power on earth, whose own wife does not sleep with him, sometimes refusing to even hold his hand, someone who squirts venom at those he needs or used so then is genuinely baffled when they, too, turn on him and abandon and embarrass him in his hour of need, of which there are 24 a day. 
     Imagine being an emperor with no clothes, no trusted aides, no friends and no allies. Donald Trump must be the loneliest man on earth not because of the unique burdens of a presidency he never won or respected but because he is so spectacularly, so magnificently insane he thinks he's surrounded by supplicants, one who thinks he's universally loved when in reality the only ones most often in his life  cannot escape the irresistible force of the gravity of the presidency or the equally powerful drug of proximity to power (be it however purloined and ill-gotten) and that of his own bloated ego.