The Great, Great, Great Donald Trump

With my lunch today I sat down and perused yesterday's Sunday Times Magazine. As usual I found it disheartening to read the bios of the contributing writers, all of whom have won writing awards of one sort or another yet still nobody ever heard of any of them. It jolted me to realize that there are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of amazingly accomplished people who nobody ever heard of. Artists winning scholarships and getting their work into museums, writers landing book contracts worth thousands of dollars, and yet none of them are famous and few ever will be.

Then I thought of the most famous person in the world: Donald J. Trump. Yes, he is surely the most famous, known in every country and written about everywhere. Headlines and articles and editorials in every newspaper are studded with his name. And if he is supposedly such a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad man, it's hard to understand his rise to the Top of the Heap, The Apex, The Zenith of our culture.

What does that say about the human race? And especially the Human Race? How has a man who is so despised become so important, despite the fact that he hasn't murdered anyone like Jack the Ripper, robbed anyone like Bernie Madoff or invented anything that benefits mankind? How did it happen? What qualities does he possess that others lack, making him such a Big Deal? While I lack the answers, the questions make being a nobody like me feel pretty good.