In early teen years, we'd hang out at the Romney Rexall Drug Store. Comics, detective magazines and women’s weeklies filled the rack with the benches by the big bay window. There was no problem we couldn't resolve or wisdom that together we lacked. We were drugstore psychologists and pundits.
Now I hear of GOP lead dog Donald Trump as authoritarian or narcissistic or blah blah. I'm a simple man from the land of the maple trees (Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera) and sincerely believe the talking heads make too much of too little.
I state my position that Donny-poo is simply a mommy's boy. Some journos write his dad told him he was destined to be a king. I look to the immigrant Scot, his mom instead. He never had to do without. He never had to consider the welfare and thoughts and feelings of others. Even as a teen when his immaturity and lack of self-control were intolerable, he got shipped to nearby military private school as a brat holding tank rather than have to straighten up and behave.
I raised three boys to adulthood. It is not always easy, but it is one of two key jobs of a parent to train children for society. The other job is to show that by example.
Look instead to his incessant whining about how unfair everyone is to him, hundreds of people in business, government, the legal system, politics and on and on. My boys could be like that when they were three and four. They wanted, needed to have the same as everyone else, or maybe a little better. Fair/unfair are concepts a four-year-old related too. Nearly all of us transcend those needs and adjust them to the larger world.