The current administration is a Confederacy of Dunces with Trump bearing a remarkable resemblance to Ignatius Reilly of the novel A Confederacy of Dunces.
A whiny self possessed “man baby” as Ana Navarro so aptly put it constantly railing against those he perceives as “sodomites” that populate the media nipping at his heel of lies.
Like Reilly it isn’t the ineptitude of Trump and his cohorts that create the myriad of problems they face it’s the goddess Fortuna.
They are merely victims who can’t catch a break, neither rhyme nor reason to be plagued in such a way.
Trump’s tweets can be likened to the difficulties Reilly experiences with his pyloric valve, there is a sudden and compulsive nature about them due to a build up of bile.
Ignatius is of the opinion that he is a learned and worldly man having once visited a neighboring city, his disgruntlement and agitation a constant in his belief that he is a big fish confined to a little pond reduced to wending his way among miscreants and those of lesser nobility – a pond of his creation which he doesn’t seem to be aware of or blithely chooses to ignore.
Trump on the other hand is a small fish, an invasive species in the much larger pond of global politics and the presidency completely devoid of the necessary understanding, ability, and character essential to the office.
Like his counterpart Trump doesn’t seem to be aware of his cartoonish nature either, the idiocy of his own confederacy – if only Fortuna would smile upon him and pluck the thorn of the sodomites from his side…..