I was informed by a gentleman whose mother was a Rockefeller that the only question that really mattered when meeting someone was whether they were the sort of person you would invite to dinner. This, some of you might remember, was what motivated Trump to run for office, as neither the old guard of New York nor Palm Beach would invite him to dinner, hurting his feelings and compelling him to prove his mettle by becoming someone “important,” in a Rooseveltian sort of way.
Trump ended up winning the election, but not a seat at the dinner table, for the very reason he was never a suitable dinner guest in the first place. He failed to grasp that being elected president didn’t make you important, but being the sort of person people respected enough to elect as president was the attribute. Continue reading
