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Trump doesn't give a f*ck about Texas except as an epic backdrop to his epic drama about himself
It's so obvious in his tweets. He's THRILLED with the size of this disaster. What a perfect setting for the carefully staged photos of Trump as Great Leader directing his flunkies to do the work (which Texas is so fortunate they can do without him, becuase God knows Trump has no iidea what he's doing).
You can see his focus in his tweets. If his "Even experts have said they've never seen one like this!" line
Link to tweet
sounds familiar, it's because it's the same way he brags about his rallies, his electoral victory, and so on.
I wouldn't be at all surprised if in private he isn't boasting that this is the YUUUUUUGEST natural disaster ever, and it's his to star in.
This seems like as good a time as ever to quote from a Politico article from January 20, their obituary for the brilliant muckraking journalist Wayne Barrett, who had Trump nailed decades ago:
http://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2017/01/wayne-barrett-obituary-reporter-village-voice-trump-first-214669
Barrett started looking into Trump in 1977. Trump had been sued by the federal government for racial bias in renting apartments in Brooklyn and Queens and at the time was renovating what would become Manhattan’s Grand Hyatt hotel thanks to tax breaks of historic proportions. Before network television made his name synonymous with being a boss, before his divorces and his affairs and the bankruptcies at his casinos, before Trump Tower was erected as the hub of his vanity and ambition, Barrett sat in a spare room at the offices of the State Urban Development Corporation and scoured for hours thousands of pages of public records. He was 33, and Trump was 32. “I was a rookie, he was a rookie,” Barrett would say. And one day, a nearby phone rang. “Wayne!” said the voice on the other end. “It’s Donald! I hear you’re doing a story on me!” Someone at the UDC had tipped off Trump to what Barrett was up to. And when Trump eventually saw that Barrett saw through him—that he was focused on the sham, not the show—first he tried to bribe Barrett with a new apartment, and then he threatened to sue, invoking the name of Roy Cohn, his pugnacious and politically connected mentor. What Barrett nonetheless published in the Voice made him, forever, the original authority on Trump.
“We’ve been looking into a world where only the greed is magnified,” he wrote at the end of his foundational two-part series. “The actors are pretty small and venal. Their ideas are small, never transcending profit. In it, however, are the men elected to lead us and those who buy them. And in it, unhappily, are the processes and decisions that shape our city and our lives.”
He didn’t stop reporting on Trump. On his entrance into Atlantic City. On his illustrative relationship with Cohn. On his ties to the mob. The resulting book, Trump: The Deals and the Downfall, came out in 1991, when Trump was all but done, swamped by debt racked up through recklessness and a blithe sense of invincibility—as beholden to the banks as the banks were to him, which was the chief reason, along with his family’s wealth, he was even able to contemplate a comeback.
But Barrett was unsparing in his assessment, and what he wrote back then still crackles with earned authority.
“He had prided himself on never having met a public official, a banker, a lawyer, a reporter, or a prosecutor he couldn’t seduce,” Barrett wrote. “Some he owned, and others he merely manipulated. As he saw it, it was not just that everyone had a price, it was that he knew what the price was. He believed he could look across a table and compute the price, then move on to another table and borrow the money to pay it. ‘Everybody tries to get some money’ was his assessment in one unpublished interview of what motivates the people he dealt with. It was his one-sentence summary of human nature.”
He concluded: “Somewhere on this odyssey of his, the image had devoured the man, and Donald had become the commercially useful personality he had helped invent. To some of those who watched him closely, he no longer behaved as if he believed he was merely living; he was now, in his own mind, portraying himself in a thrilling daily drama he scripted.”
“We’ve been looking into a world where only the greed is magnified,” he wrote at the end of his foundational two-part series. “The actors are pretty small and venal. Their ideas are small, never transcending profit. In it, however, are the men elected to lead us and those who buy them. And in it, unhappily, are the processes and decisions that shape our city and our lives.”
He didn’t stop reporting on Trump. On his entrance into Atlantic City. On his illustrative relationship with Cohn. On his ties to the mob. The resulting book, Trump: The Deals and the Downfall, came out in 1991, when Trump was all but done, swamped by debt racked up through recklessness and a blithe sense of invincibility—as beholden to the banks as the banks were to him, which was the chief reason, along with his family’s wealth, he was even able to contemplate a comeback.
But Barrett was unsparing in his assessment, and what he wrote back then still crackles with earned authority.
“He had prided himself on never having met a public official, a banker, a lawyer, a reporter, or a prosecutor he couldn’t seduce,” Barrett wrote. “Some he owned, and others he merely manipulated. As he saw it, it was not just that everyone had a price, it was that he knew what the price was. He believed he could look across a table and compute the price, then move on to another table and borrow the money to pay it. ‘Everybody tries to get some money’ was his assessment in one unpublished interview of what motivates the people he dealt with. It was his one-sentence summary of human nature.”
He concluded: “Somewhere on this odyssey of his, the image had devoured the man, and Donald had become the commercially useful personality he had helped invent. To some of those who watched him closely, he no longer behaved as if he believed he was merely living; he was now, in his own mind, portraying himself in a thrilling daily drama he scripted.”
Emphasis added.
Of course that insight from Barrett was long before Trump became the threat to the country, and the entire planet, that he is now.
And the fact he poses that threat makes this "thrilling daily drama" potentially a horror film for everyone else.
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This is the moment Trump becomes President! 
