The man doesn't have a plan. He doesn't have the deal-making skills a negotiator or veteran politician would have. His vision is a half eaten plate of warmed over Marxist theory, social justice yearnings, and anti-colonial guilt, smothered in the gravy of narcissistic self-adoration.
So, for the New York Times to think they can detect some kind of drift is absurd. This is no more than watching him push the fork around the plate, and wait for Mom to pour more gravy on it.
...So where is MOM?
....that seems to be the question.