I didn't vote for Donald Trump in 2016, but I was willing to offer the benefit of the doubt, hoping that once sworn in he'd magically start acting with a dignity befitting the office. That anticipation, more like delusion, had totally dissipated by 2019 when I started writing Trump-related satires as a form of personal therapy, following an age-old tradition that pompous people in power invite ridicule. Here was a man all about himself -- a fragile,...