So This Is What Trump Winning Looks Like

April 6 2017 is the day Donald Trump got his Mojo back; or at least that is what his friends, advisors, family and acolytes will tell him.

How?

Donald Trump dropped some bombs on Syria as a means of publicly rebuking Assad for using banned chemical weapons upon his own people.

The bombing has earned the embattled President good reviews (which he craves) and interrupted weeks of negative press coverage, continued public setbacks in his attempt to repeal Major Obama policy successes, and a growing public perception that he is under qualified for his job.

The happy feedback from world leaders and major opinion shapers will doubtless boost Trump’s mood no end. Finally, after failing so woefully trying to “get things done” on Immigration and Health he’s begun to show his ailing supporters and tired backers that he really is the All Action, Less Talk Messiah President they’ve all been waiting for.

Forget the short and long term ramifications of Trump’s rapidly escalating face off with Putin for now; for this week’s news cycle, he looks strong again and that’s all that matters to him.

Whatever price someone else had to pay for the world to perceive him as strong and effective again was well worth the price – someone else had to pay.

The “Syrian success” will cause Trump’s inner circle to close their ranks about him and convince him the Syria intervention was a positive turning point in his presidency, the moment when he reconnected with the successful, intuitive Grip It And Rip It style of his election campaign. 

Trump has gone on record as saying that he often went to work with no idea of what he was doing for the day and that he often worked best when he winged it. With the bombing of Syria, this was the day, the week, that President Trump had his hallelujah moment and will now cast off any last foolish inclination to try to act like one of that redundant, consensus-bound, softly, softly Presidents he came to Washington to refute.

This was the day that Trump found the belief by following his pure survival instinct if nothing else; this was the moment when he was back in touch with the self-governing, audience-reading, swerve, weave and bob, all-conquering, self-declared genius of Trump Tower;  he followed his instinct and did what felt right. 

He took a chance. He rolled the dice. And for now, this week, this news cycle, he’s winning. The great street-fighting, New York brash gambler who rode out all those horrible bankruptcies of the 80s and 90s is back. He has no intention of going anywhere soonand he’s never going to get tired of winning.