This could help to explain why the idiot kept all those classified documents. He has a paper fetish.

"Opinion What if Trump’s pile of papers is nothing more than a prop?

By David Von Drehle

August 30, 2022 at 4:23 p.m. EDT

"Some tall tales have been raised by former president Donald Trump and
his apologists to explain the presence of classified government
documents among Trump’s things at his Florida resort, Mar-a-Lago. The
most plausible explanation comes from former White House press secretary Stephanie Grisham, who stopped apologizing for her old boss on the
afternoon of Jan. 6, 2021.

Grisham noted that Trump simply has a thing for paper — heaps of it, the
more jumbled, the better. He even hauled boxes of assorted materials
with him when he traveled on Air Force One. “There was no rhyme or
reason — it was classified documents on top of newspapers on top of
papers people printed out of things they wanted him to read. The boxes
were never organized,” Grisham told The Post. “He’d want to get work
done on long trips so he’d just rummage through the boxes. That was our filing system.”

Anyone who has flown in Trump’s company can confirm Grisham’s account.
When I interviewed candidate Trump in early 2016 aboard his private 757,
the pile of disorganized paper on his desk made a striking contrast to
the pristine white leather seats and gold-colored hardware. An even
larger mess rode in the seat next to him — thousands of pages in all.

It was lunchtime when we took off from a little airport in Virginia to
fly to his next rally. Many candidates relieve the monotony of the
campaign trail by arranging deliveries of distinctive local fare to
their chartered airplanes. But Trump is a picky eater who hates
surprises, so he caters exclusively from well-known fast food chains. He
was chewing on a lukewarm Chick-fil-A sandwich; a box of waffle fries
balanced atop the paper mountain in front of him.

As the plane lifted its nose into the air, gravity pulled at the paper,
and — as Trump muttered an expletive and tried in vain to stop it — the heap spilled fries-first into his lap. Though the scene was worthy of
Buster Keaton, I managed to stifle a laugh, and instead wondered why
this man traveled with Fibber McGee’s closet in the first place.

When he had managed to reconstruct the mountain and dispose of the
waffle fries, Trump blamed the chaos on a disembodied group of
tormentors he referred to as “they.” “They want me to look at documents,” he explained. But that made no sense. The world’s fastest reader could not plow through Trump’s mess in the time he would spend on
his plane that day, nor would any half-competent “they” believe that the way to bring attention to a document is to bury it among reams of
unrelated flotsam.

Indeed, Trump did not read anything from the paper piles. Several times
during the flight he plucked a news clipping or report seemingly at
random from the stack and peered at it with a puzzled look. Then he
tossed it back onto the pile. The sequence repeated every five or 10
minutes until I understood completely why many in Trump’s orbit believe
he is dyslexic.

But if the mass of material was not to be read, what purpose did it serve?

It was a prop, as much a part of the never-ending Trump Show as the make-believe coat-of-arms he had embossed on each leather seat. The
mountain of paper showed how very busy and important its owner was.

This became clear as the candidate began rummaging through the pile for
various proofs of his own fame and lovability. He dug down about three
inches to unearth an 8-by-10-inch photograph of the late pop superstar
Michael Jackson. “Do you know who this is?” he asked improbably. “A very good friend of mine,” he answered himself.

Later, he reenacted the same performance with a photograph of Muhammad
Ali. Still later, a picture of boxing promoter Don King. The uproar of
the day had to do with Trump’s endorsement from Ku Klux Klan leader
David Duke — and whaddaya know: So many very good Black friends of The
Donald just happened to surface from the pile.

Grisham tells us that Trump continued to travel with his unread paper
props even as he occupied the most powerful position on Earth;
naturally, he took some piles home with him after his term. I can
picture him pulling out a sheaf of letters from North Korean dictator
Kim Jong-Un and asking, Do you know who wrote these? Or waving a morsel
of gossip about a European leader and challenging his guest to surmise
the origin of the information.

Barack Obama wrote me a note, he might say, before returning the proof
to the pile of paper on which his ego teeters.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2022/08/30/trump-documents-papers-disorganized/

TB

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