Fred Trump to son Donald, 1972: Cheat. Lie. Steal. But win.
There was a time when a blusterous Trump would pick fights with reporters, but now he can “barely muster the get-up-and-go to turn the page on the briefing notes that he pretty obviously hasn’t looked at before lumbering to the podium,” Karem writes.
What happened? According to Karem, Trump is scared.
“He’s losing. He knows it. And in his mortal terror, the only place where he can still muster bravado is Twitter.”
