It was in 2016 that Donald Trump captivated my cherub, Oscar-Wood Mercer. When a Trump rally would begin, he’d fly to his chair at the dinner table and perch there mesmerized.
Here’s the sequence
“Just landed, mama. Must get into position for the rally.”
“What do you want, mama? Can’t you see I’m busy? Let me watch.”
“OMG, this guy is good. But I’m also an Alpha Male. Let me impress him with my wing span and feathers.”