Scrooge, Gradgrind, and Heep notwithstanding, no Dickens character could have a more telling surname than the current occupant of the Oval Office.
Trump is a blare of brass — an extroverted monosyllable — a burst of force like a blow to the head.
Compare that to Obama: a name that flows like water over river rocks, reserving like an easter egg the erudite pleasure of “amabo” (“I will love” in Latin) spelled backward.
Trump reserves nothing. It’s direct and vulgar, truculent and triumphant. It’s the semi-articulate shout of a grabby…