

Trump, mocking the Obama administration for its genderless bathrooms, looks out at a world befouled by “shithole countries” whose inhabitants don’t look Norwegian. Other problems are categorised as “bullshit” or “horseshit”, while arguments are “ripshit”. The nuclear deal with Iran, Trump declares, is “shitty”. Debates about policy are conducted in expletives.

The discussions that Woodward’s sources have helped him to reconstruct are filthily cloacal or grossly sexual. Woodward’s book actually suggests that for Trump, power is not fear but obscenity. Told by his ideologues that he’s a populist, he mangles the word and says: “I love that. Periodically, he is wheeled out to sign bills he hasn’t read, with jagged penmanship that resembles an overexcited seismograph but “looks authoritative in black Magic Marker”. That suits their indolent boss, who is free to watch television, eat hot dogs and swill down Diet Coke during what his diary-keepers euphemise as “executive time”.
