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If he rages naked at his aides it’s because he can do nothing about anything that matters In the old days, I used to wake up to the morning paper, neatly folded on a silver salver and presented by my valet along with the kedgeree and the brace of grilled quail. Now I wake up to an inbox of Internet stories forwarded by readers that cumulatively feel like the front page from some bizarro kingdom cooked up for an unpersuasive dystopian satire. For example, a headline from the Washington Examiner: “Transsexual Cabaret Performer Vomits on Susan Sarandon.” An accident? Or...