To my mind there's no more perfect encapsulation of the Trump presidency than the four years' worth of now-cliched photographs depicting the former president on stage at some convention center or arena, awkwardly clapping, or dancing, or dry-humping an American flag while a rapturous crowd of red-hatted MAGA fanatics cheers his every twitch and jiggle. In his heart of hearts (or, at least, in whatever bizarre paramecium equivalent he possesses), Trump is fundamentally a showman who craves attention and adulation above all else. I sincerely believe that if you asked him whether he'd prefer to be rich or famous, he'd have to stop and think about it at least for a while.
Which is all to say that he must be absolutely seething these days, given that his much ballyhooed "History Tour" with former Fox News host and alleged sex pest Bill O'Reilly ("it will be fun, fun, fun, for everyone who attends!" Trump promised) is reportedly not exactly drawing in the crowds the pair of aging bigoted skinbags had presumably been hoping for.
