With eight graders, except for a few unusually mature ones, there’s not a lot of relationship stability — everything runs hot or cold. Nuance requires a little intellectual development and that is dependent on depth of experience.
“I thought Sally was your best friend?
“Never. I hate Sally. She’s a bitch.”
Morning, Trump: “Doing my best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Thought it was going to be a smooth transition — NOT!”
Afternoon, after having had a phone call from Obama, Trump responds to a reporter who asked whether the transition was going smoothly, “Oh, I think very, very smoothly. Very good. You don’t think so?”
So now the country is about to be lead by a president who sees everything as either unbelievably good or it’s the worst nightmare ever, depending on with whom he spoke with last or watched on TV.
When one has absolutely no depth of experience on what one is responsible for it’s like going back to the eight grade.
The real stumbling block, however, for the Donald is that emotionally he has never left the eight grade. He’s a child bully in an old man’s body about to get to play with very dangerous big boy toys — nuclear tipped missiles.
“I might push the button. Of course I wouldn’t use Nukes in Europe. But I’m not going to take that option off the table. That would be stupid.” Yes, that’s the sort of eighth grade logic that the world and we must deal with for….