His motormouth. (Which is a stand-in for his narcissism, not necessarily a bad thing in a man gunning for the grandest of thrones.)
I’ve know quite a few socially savvy, silver-tongued men who, like Trump, were skilled in the art of
the deal pickup persuasion. These men knew they had a rare talent, and exploited their advantages ruthlessly. But that talent was also, sometimes, their undoing. A man in love with his voice and the effect it has on people will find it hard to resist the temptation to use it to excess.
If CH were Trump’s campaign adviser, this is what I would tell him. “Don’t second-guess yourself, but equally don’t become too publicly enamored of yourself. You’ll get sloppy. Keep it tight and quietly, to yourself, check your pride on occasion. And cut back on the late night Tweets.”
Giving Trump the benefit of the doubt (and why not? he’s earned it), he may be rightly calculating that it’s crucial to make a big splash in the early rounds, pick up momentum, and later, when his frontrunner status is secure, dispense his fighting words more sparingly, and delegate more of his broadsides to subordinates he can trust not to fold like weepy vaginas, because a King — or a King-in-waiting — doesn’t get into the mud with his yapping toy dog antagonists.