No, our commander-in-chief is not a hysterical little girl who sees monsters hiding under her bed or in the back of every closet she passes.

Admittedly, he does seem to be more jittery than usual these days. For example, he invoked once again this week his fears about his own mortality, plaintively noting how he is trying to be good so he can, you know, go to heaven and be with all the angels. (To which my own professional analytical commentary is, “as if.”)

But it’s much more than that. For months, everywhere our Dear Leader looks, he appears to see a national crisis, an invasion or even a war.

Trump looks at Portland, best known until now for “putting a bird on it,” and he sees World War III. Chicago, LA, Memphis, New York, even D.C.—the same thing! He sees Democrats who frankly can b

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