Wouldn't help. He's only their smiling GQ model window dressing. He doesn't do the "work" or make the decisions, they (whoever they all are?) do everything, letting him play and live lavishly to keep him a happy, relaxed camper so that when they need to pull him out for the public he has that cool, relaxed persona.
Yup, what other president needed a teleprompter EVERYWHERE? This would have been a fascinating twist had it been part of a novel written in the mid 20th century. Now everyone is like, meh.