A flawed as it is, be thankful for America's political system. Though crackpots can be found throughout, and our nights and days can be made worrisome by the threat of these yahoos' mere being, the worst of the worst usually have their comeuppance in our great, jingoistic land.
In the American grain,* it happened to the tyrant Joe McCarthy and the exquisite criminal, Nixon, to name two obvious bootblacks. Falling on one's own sword is a national team sport in good old America.
Even if they survive and thrive in powerful places, death takes them eventually anyway, the stench of their legacies evaporating over time. Goodbye Jim Crow. Hello Ted Cruz.
While folly always regenerates like a fluffle of rabbits, to the point where you simply must smile and thank the gods you'll one day be out of here, our duopoly beats neo-Nazism by a mile.
A man obsessed with world domination is never a good thing.
Things would be a whole lot worse right now if this guy had been able to hold on to real power like, say, Stalin before him (which is not to infer that a lot of little Stalins are not semi-revealed in the weeds), rather than be rotated out by the rabble of corporatists fighting among themselves.
The next tyrant may be worse, but for now give thanks that this one is a mere shadow of his former self.
*William Carlos Williams