While running on the treadmill this morning, an endorphin-fueled thought paraded in front of me:
The President is a prisoner. He is a prisoner behind his own security apparatus, who lock in the sycophants and lock out the “evil doers.”
The world is filtered to him in a very odd and distorted way, like a Tzar in his Potemkin Village.
Okay, no, I don’t feel terribly sorry for him, but it makes me wonder how this skewed reality colors his decision making. How would it affect anyone’s?
Could it be that one’s environment might turn someone into a person who becomes jelous and hostile toward the free Nobody People living silly dull and normal lives outside of the barricades, barbed wire, and armed guards that separate You from Them? I.e., no more “humble” foreign policy?
How much are people and their minds the products of their environment?
