A Play-Date With Destiny

Our man-baby president has the psychological makeup of a three year old. He can only function in an environment where he is coddled and cleaned up after. And he's always exploring boundaries, for his own development and curiosity. Only the coddlers are real to him. Not even them but only the coddling. No other life is real to him. This is our playdate with destiny, with a baby with nuclear arms--and one prone to throw tantrums.