Donald J. Trump did his Trucky McTrumpface thing again on the White House lawn earlier this week, clambering behind the wheel of a new fire truck parked there as Wisconsin’s contribution to a “Made in America” exhibit featuring products from all 50 states. Back in March, you’ll recall, he jammed his Hindenburg-scale bulk into the cab of an 18-wheeler and exuberantly pretended to drive it while hosting a powwow for the nation’s trucking-industry CEOs. You’d think somebody would have caught on by now that sticking POTUS in a vehicle that isn’t actually going anywhere while he mimes enthusiastic constipation is not a great look as far as metaphors for his presidency go.

The thing is, both times, the photo op coincided with an embarrassing failure on Capitol Hill to muster the votes for the GOP’s massively unpopular health care reform bill, still the dominant big-ticket item on Trucky’s stalled (and otherwise nebulous) legislative agenda. In March, it was House Speaker Paul Ryan confessing he couldn’t get it done. This week, it was Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, always the devious Orc to Ryan’s glass-jawed Starship Trooper.

But Trump does love his toys, especially when he gets to wrap himself in the flag while he plays with them. Isn’t it too bad the crap Ivanka sells, like a lot of other goods associated with the Trump brand, is largely manufactured in foreign sweatshops and not the USA? When questioned about the obvious contradiction, poor old Sean Spicer—the only man alive who envies Jimmy Hoffa, Amelia Earhart and the Prisoner of Zenda without knowing who any of those people are—only said, “That’s out of bounds.” Really? Why?

Looking to 2018 and beyond, the Republicans’ best hope of retaining power has become large-scale voter disenfranchisement.

Then again, you may not have realized that “Made in America” was this week’s official White House topic to begin with. That’s because Trump’s forlorn “theme weeks” are like the lonesome Jeopardy! category nobody notices so long as flashier ones like “Russiagate,” “Tweetstorms,” “Conflicts of Interest” and “The 25th Amendment” are up for grabs. On the flip side, his attention span is so notoriously short that allocating a whole week to any issue —other than himself and his multitudinous enemies, of course—is over-optimistic at best and a dreary charade at worst. The Constitution says that presidents can be impeached for “high crimes and misdemeanors.” By now, we have days when we think Trump’s ADD might qualify as either.

To be fair, though, we also have days when we almost envy the Trump partisans who are still stubbornly convinced he’s (a) doing just great and (b) every bit as beloved by the country at large as he is in the red states’ reddest precincts. Wouldn’t it be kind of wonderful to live inside that bubble, with Sean Hannity bobbing around like a custard-faced Wizard of Oz and 24/7 fireworks displays flashing God’s thumbs-up? As fantasy paradises go, not even Disney World can compete.

Unfortunately for Trumplandia’s long-term (or even one-term) viability, the number of people who do live in that fantasy world appears to be dwindling, at least according to the latest Washington Post-ABC poll. If it wasn’t so obviously “fake news,” learning that only 36 percent of Americans view him with approval—the lowest rating in 70 years for any president at this point in his term—might be alarming. Maybe worse, a scant 25 percent now say they support him “strongly,” which was roughly the number of diehards still in the tank for Richard Nixon the week he resigned in 1974.

As WaPo’s Dana Milbank points out, even those numbers could go south in a hurry if people lose faith in POTUS’s handling of the economy, the area in which he still scores best (with 43 percent approving to 41 against). A handful of loony-left kamikaze types aside, no one is rooting for an economic catastrophe to be Trump’s comeuppance. But we haven’t yet felt the consequences of his nationalist trade policies, which are sure to leave the U.S. less competitive in the world economy, not more. And his current notion of letting Obamacare fail by suspending its subsidies could provoke widespread panic if he goes through with it. With Trump, that’s never a given.

Even if his base doesn’t shrink any more than it already has, it’s hard to see what can be done to expand it, something Trump hasn’t shown any interest in attempting ever since his “American carnage” inaugural address made it clear he thrives on antagonism and wasn’t going to change just because he’d moved into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. We’ve never had a POTUS this unconcerned with even pretending he’s president of all the people, something even the ultra-divisive Nixon did at least aspire to be some of the time. Forget about the tyranny of the majority that James Madison used to worry about. This is the tyranny of a minority, because the GOP is scared witless of putting any daylight between it and him so long as the rancid behavior that makes Trump unpopular with the country at large keeps him popular with the zealots most likely to vote in Republican primaries.

Meanwhile, Russiagate’s steady drip-drip-drip goes on, thanks partly to the ever-expanding cast apparently on hand at Donald Trump Jr.’s now infamous meeting with a Russian emissary at Trump Tower last year after he was offered fresh dirt on Hillary Clinton. (The White House’s current defense amounts to explaining that Donald Jr. is dumber than a pizza topping, but is that equally true of Jared Kushner and Paul Manafort, who were in the room, too?) Looking to 2018 and beyond, the Republicans’ best hope of retaining power has become large-scale voter disenfranchisement—the real purpose of Trump’s ludicrously misnamed Commission on Election Integrity, whose unprecedented prying into voter data horrifies even some GOP state officials. If this keeps up, we’re willing to bet the next supersize vehicle that’s parked on the White House lawn for Trucky McTrumpface to pretend he’s driving will be a tank. But maybe he won’t settle for pretending.