Two men met in Alaska last week. They were supposed to have a formal talk feast rounded off with a ceasefire dessert, but it all ended as a piecemeal summit where only starters-symbolism and PR-were served. One terrifies the world with his icy stare and iron fist; the other makes it shake its head in disbelief, sometimes even in hopeless laughter. One threatens with tanks, the other with tweets. Both rule with trademark authority, but are poles apart in how they nurture their realities and project themselves to the world. And yet, only one of them has begun to capture my admiration — slowly, grudgingly, and, most of all, ironically.

I never thought I’d say this, not in ten lifetimes, but here I am, finding a peculiar kind of love for the man who represents everything wacky and preposterous in the world today. This newfound affection did not develop in spite of his unapologetic bluster and........

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