Only Donald Trump could turn an affair for children into an event about him and that is exactly what he did at yesterdays 139th White House Easter egg roll. “And we will be stronger and bigger and better as a nation than ever before. We are right on track. You see what’s happening, and we are right on track” was Trump’s uplifting message for the crowd of children, adults, Elmo and the Easter bunny.
There is no way anyone could be President of the United States and not have an ego. Self-confidence would need to be skill number one on the resume of any person considering making a run at the job. In my lifetime I can’t think of any President that was a shrinking violet, maybe Jimmy Carter would be the closest. But I am not sure we have ever experienced such an egocentric person as Donald Trump.
It takes a very special breed of animal to live their life in the limelight. Some crave it. Others simply view it has an occupational hazard. Some people spend their lifetime trying to attain fame and glory while others spend every waking moment trying to escape it. Stardom has destroyed families, marriages and worst of all, lives.
I have served on several high-profile boards and commissions in my community. I have said and done things that have gotten me in the paper. Some good, some bad. But these flirtations with fame or notoriety never fueled a desire for more. Actually it fueled a need for none at all. About ten years ago I quit all of what I would deem to be public responsibilities and focused solely on more personal and intimate volunteer opportunities such as Meals on Wheels and Habitat for Humanity. I don’t get a plaque for serving a hot meal to shut ins, I don’t get my picture in the paper for hammering nails in someones first home. What I get isn’t important because I don’t do it for me and that has made all the difference in my life.
Right now our President is waging many battles but the biggest battle is within his own head. As hard as he tries to convince us and himself that we love and support him the truth is ripping his ego to shreds. His numbers aren’t good despite his claims and insistence that what we are seeing and reading is simply “fake news”. He still maintains a small army of supporters but even those died hard fans are becoming disenchanted. Yes, he will organize and attend rallies in friendly, pro-Trump cities once a month to boost his ego despite the fact that he has yet to tour an area of the country ravaged by floods, fires or tornadoes like his predecessors did. And yes, he will continue to spend most weekends in Mar-a–Lago costing tax payers millions of dollars (estimated to be $25,000,000 to date) because that is where his people are, his kind of people, the people who truly feed his ego.
Wheeling, West Virginia got him elected, a place he loves to stand on the stage and view a sea of red hats for an hour or two. But he is not Wheeling, West Virginia. Trump doesn’t have dirt under his manicured fingernails. He has never sat under an oak tree late in the evening in an old metal lawn chair with a lukewarm Milwaukee’s Best in his hand. He has never changed the oil in his lawn mower or climbed-up a ladder and cleaned the gutters of his home. Trump is Mar-a–Lago and I bet Wheeling, West Virginia is beginning to figure that out now.