My parody of “Mr. Jones,” like the original, portrayed the protagonist as an insecure, testosterone-crazed rock star wannabe who, for reasons he doesn’t completely understand, desperately wants to be famous. It occurred to me afterwards that we should probably view the real Trump in much the same way, his vastly advanced age notwithstanding. He doesn’t care about the GOP, the country, or even his own followers; he just wants to be the center of attention at all times. Period.