You need a partner when a crisis arises. It could be anything from a mini disaster like dying your hair black and it comes out green or standing in a protest line having eggs thrown at you, or in a political arena where numbers are the answer.
This must be Trump’s convoluted way of thinking. As long as he can cajole, bribe and lie to a few brainless followers, he needs no partner. His formerly faithful dolts are dropping like flies. His partners in crime-and-no-punishment crawl around his feet, hoping to not be the next one to take blame for something their leader did. He will stomp on anyone he thinks helps to destroy or ridicules him, which, let’s face it, is so very easy to do.
Where is the partner he needs to control him? “It” doesn’t exist. That’s why we’re in this mess.