"I did it and I'm glad," a high school friend used to say as an act of high school bravado against the unsympathetic faculty attitude toward our antics. We long since grew up and perhaps are no longer so proud of certain deeds of what we saw as the resistance. Our "business man" in chief seems to be similarly proud not only of his flaunting of prior norms and practices, but of his ability to get away with things otherwise criminal because of his Presidential status.
Donald Trump is 70 and not 17 and his pranks don't involve eggs or rolls of toilet paper or even detergent in the town fountain, but Armies and rockets and nuclear weapons. Loose lips sink ships and so do loose cannons. Loose commitments to truth brag about sending armadas North and order them to steam South: they brag about reducing debt while borrowing trillions and about achieving greatness for us while achieving immense wealth for himself. Loose lips screech and rant about leaks and secrets and serve them up with Beluga on toast and vodka on ice to our enemies.
Trump used to tell us the world was laughing at us under Obama, who had much respect around the world and doesn't seem to know or acknowledge that they've now stopped laughing at him and started building fallout shelters. The most chilling laughs I've seen were those of the Russian spymasters mocking the US reporters as they and Tass film crews entered the closed door meeting with the swaggering, boasting buffoon. Lavrov's smile was the Russian Bear remembering a hundred years of pent up frustration and hate and anticipating long-awaited revenge.
I did it and I can get away with it, thinks Trump. Look at me, I'm the president now.