Some people don’t grow up — they just grow louder.

A tantrum in a high chair turns into a tantrum on a podium. Same soul. Same storm. Just… upgraded acoustics.

A toddler screams because the peas touched the carrots. A tyrant screams because reality touched their ego. Different menu. Same meltdown.

We call it “leadership,” but sometimes it’s just a nap that never happened acting out in a $10,000 suit.

The unhealed child inside them still wants:

the spotlight,

the applause,

the universe to revolve like a mobile above their crib.

And honestly? It’s kind of funny until it’s not.

Because an upset toddler throws toys. An upset tyrant throws nations.

This isn’t about politics. It’s about emotional math:

Unregulated child + Adult power = Global headache.

Once you see it, you can’t un-see it. And suddenly the whole show makes sense:

All that rage? It’s just a baby monitor with the volume turned up. All that bluster? A pacifier-shaped hole in the soul. All that dominance? A nervous system asking for a blanket and some warm milk.

So laugh a little. Then wake up a lot.

Because the moment you recognize the pattern, the spell breaks — and the tantrum loses its throne.

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