Lets say you’re a sadistic egomaniac that requires all of humanity to praise you in order that you feel life is worth living. Then after years and years of self-promotion you take a wild fling at gaining the presidency of the United States of America, the most powerful position in the world, and by some combination of cheating, lying and help from the Russians and that arcane Electoral College system, fate propels you into the White House.
Wow! All your dreams of power have come true, just about. But what you really are after is to have the sort of unfettered power of, say, Russia’s Putin or your love letter pal in North Korea. For you see, Donald, what really gives you a sense of self-worth and power is to be in a position that allows you to hurt people to the bone, at will. In your warped mind that is projecting a real aura of supremacy.
Sure, it felt great being able to make Attorney General Jeff Sessions cry when you told him that he was a worthless weakling, because he recused himself on the Russia probe instead of defending him like your ruthless mentor friend, Roy Cohn, would have done. But you want it all. You want to be seen as the undisputed king of the world. You want every person on the planet to bend to your will or else experience the deadly sting of your retribution.
But guess what, Donny Boy, you are about to loss it all, every bit of your high office Status. You’re not long off from a fall into oblivion. And when you lose that presidential perch people are going to flee from you like the plague is chasing them. All those sycophants that are currently pushing to curry favor with you will evaporate. All those Republican politicians that hate your guts but are trying not to show it will turn their backs to you and say they hardly knew you. You know how that play works, right Mr. President?
Oh, and don’t expect your dictator chums to care about you once your stooge value is no longer useful to them. Moreover, you had just better hope that you are fated for better treatment than former strong men like Gaddafi and Mussolini, a very ugly picture they made at the bitter end.
But its not going to be potential physical harm or perhaps being whisked off to the slammer that will torture you body and soul. No, oh fragile ego one, it will be your reduction to no account, zero interest, that will drive you crazy. Of course you will make a pathetic effort to somehow stay relevant. But for most Americans you will simply be yesterday’s bad news. Indeed, no one will give a crap about you no matter how many times you tweet your nonsense. Yes, Donald, you will soon be forgotten, a fate worse than death for you — bye, bye.