Ironically, the things that matter the most to Trump matter the least to our actual condition. We’re still putting innocent people in concentration camps, murdering God-knows-who with military boat strikes in the Caribbean, dismantling healthcare, disenfranchising American voters, and blowing up schools in Iran.

However, Trump’s failure to break the resistance with these measures has caused him to retreat into the only attention seeking activities that make him feel good: pissing all over DC with his trashy, botched, pet real estate projects, contrived fascist rallies, and lame parties thrown in Trump’s honor… by Trump himself. When you’re the President of the United States it’s easy to stumble into problems that no one on earth can save you from, something that has never happened to him before. Chipping away at his last narcissistic comfort zones with the symbolic rejection of scrubbing his name from our monuments will probably send him from the deep end and into orbit.

We’ve seen some truly, truly insane things from Trump, but they have been in the context of an American presidency. I don’t think Trump’s ego has an upper limit. If the midterm elections deliver the shellacking that appears to be coming, Hormuz is still shut, and they take away his toys? I cannot wait for a front row seat to the unimaginable display of unmitigated narcissistic rage from the world’s biggest ego imploding like a dying supermassive star.

By the end, the secret service is going to have to drag him in handcuffs kicking and screaming from a White House bunker while he wonders aloud why they won’t bring him the nuclear football.