Been reading about the miscellaneous jeers, insults, confusion, lies, and self-aggrandizement that have flowed from the hands and mouth of our President through the last week. One might think Trump is another Mussolini raging from a balcony on the Piazza Venezia. But Trump makes me think of an much-disliked little rich kid shouting insults from the balcony of his parents’ condominium at the kids below with whom he is afraid to play. Why? He won’t play because he might lose, might embarrass himself, or (heaven prevent it!) get hurt. Moreover, he cannot play because he has never learned the rules of the game, has little or no understanding of sportsmanlike behavior, and thinks all that stuff is for losers anyway.