As the POTUS knows, your image is everything, he’s made much of his fortune based on it. To my eye, his image so far was a petty little man desperately trying to control how the world sees him. Unfortunately, any successes the POTUS has made are being overshadowed by gasconade.
I think Antoine de Saint-Exupery said it best:
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
My contemplation of “the man Donald Trump” has mostly left me seriously wanting; in some instances, seriously afraid. While much of his rhetoric does make some sense, I’ve not felt any confidence in “the man” to turn all the talk into effective policy. In the words of Antione de Saint-Exupery, he’s still just a rock, in some instances even less. His pettiness at picking fights with anyone who does not agree with him, a maladroit communication style, and a proclivity for boastfulness is not the image of a man ready to run a country with serious problems.
America has spent too much money policing the world, supporting authoritarian governments, and propping up dictators that do not share our values. We do have an illegal immigration problem – our borders are porous. Too many jobs have gone overseas, and not just to China; India has claimed many good tech and customer service jobs in the last decade, decimating the availability of white collar jobs that should be bolstering the loss of manufacturing for our middle class. Obamacare was not the final answer to healthcare. The American dream, for many Americans, is just that – a dream.
Last night, for the first time, I saw a man capable of addressing these issues and sighed with relief. I can only pray we see more of President Donald Trump and less of the petty little man found on Twitter who never looks like more than a pile of rock.