A Clueless Dolt!

Gee. It's almost like the guy never had a real job in his life. Like he was born with money or something. Given a leg up by his Daddy. And has skated through life, blundering from one bad deal, one bad divorce, one fraud to another.

No real skills. Lots of bluster and hot-air. Lots of huffing and puffing, preening and gloating. A big, bloated Ego with nothing to show for it, but an empire built on Fraud, Bad Taste, Mob Money.

And he bluffs his way into a job with the help of a "hostile foreign power." Coordinated disinformation! That's the ticket! 

And he has no clue how to do the job. He's at sea. Lost. Over-matched. He berates people, threatens them, stomps around like a big baby. It's funny. A joke. A sad state of affairs for the Ship of State.

So far, he's a loser. Big-time. And it seems every loss for this Clown is a win for America.  It's a tricky, dangerous situation.

No clue how this ends, but it is sort of enjoyable to watch the Little Baby Man stumble around like a clueless dolt.