The ancient Greeks told stories way back when. They had a big empire, everybody knew they were smart, and they loved the stories.

Then the Romans took over the Greeks and had their own empire. They knew how smart the Greeks were, and made them teachers, and told the same stories in somewhat new and revised versions. Things change and history doesn’t stand still by its very nature.

Ovid was one of the top three Roman writers in the age of Augustus, and he told the old stories real good in his book, Metamorphoses, a revealing title.

Narcissus, now, was a young guy who was so beautiful he fell in love with himself.

He looked at himself in the reflecting pool and couldn’t tear himself away. He was rooted to the spot, became a tree, and sprouted flowers with his name.

You heard that right.

His name was given to the condition of obsessive self love.

Fast forward to today.

We have a Narcissist-in-Chief who loves himself so much he doesn’t have room for anybody else.

Now here’s the story where fiction trumps fact, since truth has been banished from the kingdom.

The Narcissist was out walking one day past his monuments and he looked at himself in his Reflecting Pool. The pool wasn’t working, and he leaned over to get a closer look, fell in, choked to death on the algae, drowned in 18 inches of swamp water, and the small crowd went home.