Here is a random excerpt from a Salon article by Igor Derysh.
"Trump rifled through the boxes of documents late last year as officials were attempting to recover them, sources told the outlet. Surveillance footage obtained by the DOJ also showed people "moving boxes in and other, and in some cases, appearing to change the containers some documents were held in," according to the report. Trump resisted demands to return the documents, describing them as "mine," sources told the Times. Earlier this year, Trump attorney Christina Bobb signed a declaration that all classified material had been returned, which ultimately led to the FBI's unprecedented raid on Trump's residence to recover documents that he withheld after the first three recovery attempts."
I have been seeing this petulant assertion of "mine" more and more as coverage of the Mara Lago Document Caper continues to unfold.
And I have had an increasingly familiar but unidentified twinge of recognition to that constantly pouted word.
This morning it came to me.
The press is being kind.
They are editing dum-dum speech.
What he's really saying is "my precious".
Or, to mix metaphors, he is a tiny de-fanged, un-flamed Smaug, in his cave, sitting astride his massive pile of gold dreaming of the days of yore.