Much has been made of President Donald Trump’s aversion to alcohol and yet his behaviour is that of a man who drinks heavily at night, alone.
His tweets speak of it. His rages speak of it. His tantrums speak of it.
Trump behaves exactly like a man with a serious alcohol dependency, despite his very public claim to be a life-long teetotaller.
What are we to make of this?
Anyone who drinks, anyone who has been drunk, knows what it is to go on social media and say something utterly stupid, something so cringe-inducing you want to jump around like Basil Fawlty with your head tucked between your knees. Aaarrrggghhh!!!
But what if you don’t possess the ability to be embarrassed?
What if you have the sort of character that is incapable of shame?
And what if you happen to be a pathological liar?
In addition, what if, much to your surprise, you happen to have become President of the USA?
You find yourself in the chocolate factory and you can do whatever you want, or at least, that’s what you think.
What would you do if you were a pathological liar with no sense of shame, no sense of dignity and with a serious reliance on alcohol?
What would you do if your chief strategist and personal Svengali also happened to be a heavy drinker?
I suppose you’d claim to be a teetotaler.
I suppose you’d sit up all night surfing the internet and tweeting insane accusations at imaginary enemies.
I suppose you’d be Donald Trump.