Just my opinion, but I believe that Mr. Trump, whether he is conscious of it or not, does not want to be president. Only that, or some sort of mental pathology, can explain his behavior.

Consider this: He lives in a real-life dream world. Ocean liner, jets, helicopters, an assortment of mansions, and an army of yes-men and women at his disposal. Go anywhere, do anything, at his whim, with the rich, "beautiful" people. And most importantly, unceasing celebrity.

Now, in his seventies, in his golden years (well his "golden years" actually began at his birth), consider what he faces as president: Interminable work days, seven days a week, mostly locked in a big white prison; a relentless schedule of meetings with unfun, serious folks concerning profoundly serious consequences; the collection wonderful big-boy toys now replaced by Air Force One and an exhausting travel itinerary; and endless battles with Congressional egos.

And most damning: Celebrity replaced by loathing.

Not for him.