Image: Saturday Night Live on YouTube

Wanna know how I know you don’t call your own shots?

Today, the President tried—unsuccessfully—to tell the world that he “call[s] his own shots.”

I’ll repeat that, because if anything bears repeating, it’s this:

The President of the United States, the most powerful man in the most powerful country in the world, took to Twitter to convince us that he, and he alone, was calling the shots.

For real! I’m not even making this up.

Why, you might ask? Well, because of this story in the Times:

Specifically, these paragraphs:

By then, the president, for whom chains of command and policy minutiae rarely meant much, was demanding that Mr. Priebus begin to put in effect a much more conventional White House protocol that had been taken for granted in previous administrations: From now on, Mr. Trump would be looped in on the drafting of executive orders much earlier in the process.
Another change will be a new set of checks on the previously unfettered power enjoyed by Mr. Bannon and the White House policy director, Stephen Miller, who oversees the implementation of the orders and who received the brunt of the internal and public criticism for the rollout of the travel ban.
Mr. Priebus bristles at the perception that he occupies a diminished perch in the West Wing pecking order compared with previous chiefs. But for the moment, Mr. Bannon remains the president’s dominant adviser, despite Mr. Trump’s anger that he was not fully briefed on details of the executive order he signed giving his chief strategist a seat on the National Security Council, a greater source of frustration to the president than the fallout from the travel ban.

Oh, and there was also this one little skit on Saturday Night Live that may have set him off.

You see, it’s funny ’cause it’s true. And what really nettles the Dear Leader is that everyone knows Bannon is pulling the strings while Trump plays “President.”

That’s why he’s been preoccupied with Bannon’s ruddy face on the cover of TIME.

Bannon’s rising profile — captured on this week’s cover of Time magazine, which labeled him “The Great Manipulator” — caught the attention of senior officials, as well as Trump, who takes pride in his own cover appearances and inquired about Bannon’s Time debut with aides.

See, virtually every action Trump takes is a projection of his insecurities. Trump is a man-child whose primary concern is convincing everyone else that he is a confident adult. It keeps him up at night. So he takes to tweeting at the witching hour.

Yet, despite his best efforts, Trump has succeeded in convincing nobody but his most loyal Death Eaters that he is the Big Man In Charge. The President can’t convince anyone that he calls the shots.

Instead, he’s become an internet meme who occupies the Oval Office (alone in his bathrobe?).

Trump has already taken steps to prove to Bannon (and the rest of us) that he’s the boss. But he can’t take the ridicule forever. Eventually he’s going to have to decide: does he keep the guy with a plan around, even if he is a perpetual drag on Trump’s ego? Or does he save face?

I know my prediction.