Originally a comment by Your Name’s not Bruce? on Matching the instruments.

“Make Iran Great Again.”

Greatness is something that only Trump can bestow, like a gift to peasants too stupid to do things for themselves. With His Royal Touch (and the dropping of a few tons of high explosives), all will be made Good and Right, and the Iranian people will thank him and demand that he be given the Nobel Peace Prize once he finishes bombing them into gratitude.

Except in Trump’s view, no other country can be (or is ever allowed to be) as “Great” as the United States. This is the whole point behind his attempts at zero-sum trade deals; the United States (read Trump) has to win. A deal in which both sides come out ahead means that America (Trump) has “lost”, that something was left on the table, or given away to the other guy, and that America was somehow “ripped off” and “taken advantage of.” Nobody else is allowed to get ahead, or break even. Mutual advantage precludes American (Trump’s) domination and superiority over everyone else. All other nations are supposed to bow down and worship America (Trump), and give the US (Trump) what it (he) wants. If they won’t do it willingly, he will make them.

He’s made it personal, too. Everything is actually about him. What’s good for Trump is good for America, and good for the whole fucking world. The brilliance of his achievements self-enrichment and grandiosity is somehow supposed to uplift and awe his own grateful, compliant, peasantry, like a video image of the dim, comfortless glow of a cheap, fake fireplace, viewed through a cracked, dirty window. Always The Most, The Best, Like Nobody Has Ever Seen before, and something only he could ever have done. It’s all part of the Trump Brand. If he could, he’d name the whole goddamn country after himself, and cover the whole thing in trashy gold gewgaws.