I wrote a wonderful essay on Trump but I had to throw it out. It was out of date and irrelevant by the time I finished it. Things are moving so fast and getting crazier and crazier. It's like a Fawlty Towers episode where there's a cascade of disasters until everything blows up. But it may be more like the silly insanity of Monty Python.
I would have bet the farm that there wasn't a remote possibility that Trump would try to grab Greenland, or kick out the Gazans and build a hotel, or negotiate a peace treaty between Ukraine and Russia without the Ukrainians in the room. I'm waiting for Trump to say: "Just kidding, I'm pulling your leg!" But no, he's even blaming the Ukrainians for Russia invading them.
There's nothing sage to say about something that's so silly it's scary. So let me let you in on a family secret. One that will hopefully lighten things up the next time you see Trump on the boob tube, pontificating on a parrot.

When my daughter was in her twenties, there was some guy on TV and I asked her: “What’s he got in his tie?” She had a look and said “I can’t see anything, what’s wrong?”
I pointed out that the big strip hanging down from the knot did not exit the knot looking perfectly round and smooth. Instead it was pinched and on the way down formed a big gully.
I explained that in the military, if the sergeant major caught you with a tie mimicking the rift valley, they would be carrying you off the parade square in green garbage bags.
I told my daughter that in the military we had a name for that ravine. I asked: “Can you guess it? Part of the female anatomy?”
She pondered and threw back: “Cleavage?”
I paused for dramatic effect and then replied “A little lower down.”
She furrowed her eyebrows and then grunted: “Humph.”
I tried to cheer her up: "Your guess was close, you got the first letter right."
To which she shut me up with: "Father!"

So now we have an inside joke between us. No matter who is in the room, I can ask her a perfectly innocent question that she can’t answer. She knows the answer, but she can’t blurt out the worst swear word in the English language. This keeps her on her toes, not knowing what sort of embarrassing thing I’m going to blurt out next.
(And yes, it is the worst swear word we have. The one you’re thinking about is just an adjective for this guy. Obviously our worst word is so foul that it is only rarely spoken and never in front of children. And isn’t it amazing that some words can affect you emotionally? Just four letters and it offends us — merely thinking the word gives me a twinge of guilt. We grow up learning that some words are evil and some are holy, and somehow these words physiologically bond to us. Some words carry more weight than others. And we learn that not because everyone uses the word, but because no one uses the word.)

If you look at Putin’s tie, it’s always perfect. He is a soldier. Trump’s on the other hand always looks like a complete abortion (another military term).
Admittedly, everyone isn’t born knowing how to tie a tie. But Trump has been tying ties for over half a century and he’s the leader of the free world. He hangs out with the best dressed in the world and he's surrounded by the military. Throw in all the gay guys with a tie he's ever met and you have to wonder what's stopped him from figuring things out. How can it be that no one along the way asked him: "Do you know what you have in your tie?"
Nor, it seems, has anyone whispered in his ear: "Saying the first thing that comes into your little pea brain is always, for everyone, a bad idea." This is what got Thumper into trouble. Surely a young Trump would have seen Bambi more than once. And surely he would have empathized with poor Thumper with his ears back and having to recite what his father had told him. He must have felt a bit sorry for that cute little rabbit. But that wasn't enough for him to take Thumper's words to heart: "If you can't say somethin' nice, don't say nothin' at all."

So we have a man hell-bent on retribution, laws can’t touch him, loved by the masses, and he thinks he knows the will of God. Plus he can’t tie a tie. What could go wrong?