The shabbiest U.S. president ever is an inexpressibly sad specimen
 
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By George F. Will
Columnist
January 18 at 5:09 PM
Half or a quarter of the way through this interesting experiment with an 
incessantly splenetic presidency, much of the nation has become accustomed 
to daily mortifications. Or has lost its capacity for embarrassment, which 
is even worse.
If the country’s condition is calibrated simply by economic data — if, that 
is, the United States is nothing but an economy — then the state of the 
union is good. Except that after two years of unified government under the 
party that formerly claimed to care about fiscal facts and rectitude, the 
nation faces a $1 trillion deficit during brisk growth and full employment. 
Unless the president has forever banished business cycles — if he has, his 
modesty would not have prevented him from mentioning it — the next 
recession will begin with gargantuan deficits, which will be instructive.
The president has kept his promise not to address the unsustainable 
trajectory of the entitlement state (about the coming unpleasant reckoning, 
he said: “Yeah, but I won’t be here”), and his party’s congressional 
caucuses have elevated subservience to him into a political philosophy. The 
Republican-controlled Senate — the world’s most overrated deliberative body 
— will not deliberate about, much less pass, legislation the president does 
not favor. The evident theory is that it would be lèse-majesté for the 
Senate to express independent judgments.
And that senatorial dignity is too brittle to survive the disapproval of a 
president not famous for familiarity with actual policies. Congressional 
Republicans have their ears to the ground — never mind Winston Churchill’s 
observation that it is difficult to look up to anyone in that position.
The president’s most consequential exercise of power has been the 
abandonment of the Trans-Pacific Partnership, opening the way for China to 
fill the void of U.S. involvement. His protectionism — government telling 
Americans what they can consume, in what quantities and at what prices — 
completes his extinguishing of the limited-government pretenses of the GOP, 
which needs an entirely new vocabulary. Pending that, the party is 
resorting to crybaby conservatism: We are being victimized by “elites,” 
markets, Wall Street, foreigners, etc.
After 30 years of U.S. diplomatic futility regarding North Korea’s nuclear 
weapons program, the artist of the deal spent a few hours in Singapore with 
Kim Jong Un, then tweeted: “There is no longer a nuclear threat from North 
Korea.” What price will the president pay — easing sanctions? ending joint 
military exercises with South Korea? — in attempts to make his tweet seem 
less dotty?
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By his comportment, the president benefits his media detractors with serial 
vindications of their disparagements. They, however, have sunk to his level 
of insufferable self-satisfaction by preening about their superiority to 
someone they consider morally horrifying and intellectually cretinous. For 
most Americans, President Trump’s expostulations are audible wallpaper, 
always there but not really noticed. Still, the ubiquity of his outpourings 
in the media’s outpourings gives American life its current claustrophobic 
feel. This results from many journalists considering him an excuse for a 
four-year sabbatical from thinking about anything other than the shiny 
thing that mesmerizes them by dangling himself in front of them.
Dislike of him should be tempered by this consideration: He is an almost 
inexpressibly sad specimen. It must be misery to awaken to another day of 
being Donald Trump. He seems to have as many friends as his pluperfect 
self-centeredness allows, and as he has earned in an entirely transactional 
life. His historical ignorance deprives him of the satisfaction of working 
in a house where much magnificent history has been made. His childlike 
ignorance — preserved by a lifetime of single-minded self-promotion — 
concerning governance and economics guarantees that whenever he must 
interact with experienced and accomplished people, he is as bewildered as a 
kindergartener at a seminar on string theory.
Which is why this fountain of self-refuting boasts (“I have a very good 
brain”) lies so much. He does so less to deceive anyone than to reassure 
himself. And as balm for his base, which remains oblivious to his likely 
contempt for them as sheep who can be effortlessly gulled by preposterous 
fictions. The tungsten strength of his supporters’ loyalty is as impressive 
as his indifference to expanding their numbers.
Either the electorate, bored with a menu of faintly variant servings of 
boorishness, or the 22nd Amendment will end this, our shabbiest but not our 
first shabby presidency. As Mark Twain and fellow novelist William Dean 
Howells stepped outside together one morning, a downpour began and Howells 
asked, “Do you think it will stop?” Twain replied, “It always has.”