My tinfoil hat conspiracy theory is that the birther stories are true, that Obama or his minions got to Trump and informed him in words of one syllable or less that if he didn’t back off he was going down for a dirt nap, and did it in a way that made Trump realize they were deadly serious.
Therein lies the roots of Trump’s presidential ambitions. His thinking goes like this. Obama is the President, NOW. He controls all those nifty secret things NOW. He can take me out if I keep this up.... BUT...
If I become President, I will have all those nifty secret things and I will be immune to his threats. That means, post election, I CAN STOMP HIM LIKE A COCKROACH.
Now, if you will excuse me, the tinfoil is getting a bit thin over my left frontal lobe, so I am going to add another layer....