It was his best as, at least in his mind, he had grabbed the silver ring. He had attained the most prominent position in the world - king. Now he would be able to do anything he wanted (and get away with it). Now the entire world would bow before him and shower him with tributes of accolade. He was a god.
Then he found out that the “job” required actual work (something he despises). Since he had no clue how to govern a country, he faked it. He barked out orders and signed documents – and some people loved him. He loved to hear things that made him sound good, so instead of listening to his advisors, he listened to a news station that told him only what he wanted to hear – how great he was. To his dismay, he found out that much of the world didn’t like him. Instead of bowing before him, they laughed at and ridiculed him. So he pandered to the few who would give him the attention he so desperately craved – N. Korea, Russia. He catered to the people of America who would stroke his massive ego, while slandering all who refused to bow and kiss his feet. While he had always been a sexist, xenophobic racist, he found that many of those who sang his praises were also that way. So he let it all out, brandishing his hatred and cruelty - and his followers adored him even more. Anyone who refused to worship him he quickly exiled. In his eyes, his kingdom was thriving – he was making money, “his” economy looked good, his party backed him 100% - and millions were singing his praises.
Then along came a virus. He quickly scoffed at it, playing it down and calling it a hoax. Compared to his (imagined) greatness it was nothing. Yet the virus spread, wresting the spotlight from him. He ignored warnings and advice from medical experts, choosing rather to listen to his adoring fans and news station. As the virus spread at an alarming rate and people were dying right and left, he ignored it, and clung to those who sang his praises.
Then racial violence broke out. Yet instead of trying to broker peace, he sided with his adoring fans - further throwing gasoline on the fire. Slowly those who once worshiped the ground he walked on began to question him. Some even abandoned him. Now as the nation crumbles around him, he desperately clings to the rabble that still adores him. He evokes praise from them by telling lies and hurling insults, even though he knows his kingdom is doomed. His motto – “if I have to go down then I’m taking the nation with me”. If he can’t have the praise then no one can.