Trump talks in many ways exactly as Kim Jong Un does—in disjointed statements full of bellicose hyperbole. 

He blusters in a clear effort to shore up his flagging ego; to make himself seem strong when in fact he is weak; an isolated, morose figure lumbering from self-named golf course to self-named golf course and imprisoned by the office whose grandeur he cannot measure up to.



 He screams into the ether to try and push back the void, when the void is deep inside him.