On the face of it, they have a lot in common: supported well into adulthood by their fathers, with an attendant sense of entitlement, they’ve nevertheless fashioned careers centered on victimhood. They’re both thin-skinned, self-absorbed, and married to misunderstood (or perhaps all too well understood) spouses. Both have their supporters and their mocking detractors. Neither seems capable of taking a hint and just going away. Also: all that orange!
But in some ways, they’re nothing like each other. One grew up in—really in—a monarchy, soured on it, and moved to a democracy, where he’s trying to cobble together a life you might describe as selectively royal. The other grew up in that same democracy, although he clearly despises it—whereas a monarchy, now that looks pretty great, with all the pomp and circumstance. It’s probably the next best thing to being a flat-out dictator.
