Seeking a title for the Trumpster

(Scene: The Oval Office, the White House. President Trump is conferring with his helots. Present are Vice President Mike Pence, Steve Bannon, Jared Kushner and Ivanka Trump.
Trump: I’ve been thinking, people. “Mr President” is much too modest a title for me. I need a title that truly reflects my grandeur.
Mike Pence: How about “Your Majesty”, sir?
Trump: Hmmmm. No, the Amurcan Pipple rejected anything that smacks of kingship when they founded our republic.
Steve Bannon: I’ve heard that George Washington wanted to be called “High Mightiness”. But that sounded silly, so they talked him out of it. We need something grand, but not grandiose.
Pence: Sir, your modesty, your humility, your self-effacement, and your utter absence of ego are among your most attractive characteristics. But one transcendent quality overshadows them all.  So how about “Your Divinity”?
Bannon (to Pence): You shameless suck-up!
Trump: Hmmmm. No, that implies that I’m like God. Admittedly, I have much in common with the deity, but the evangelicals will object. We don’t want to offend our base. Now, I’ve described myself as a stable genius. Can’t we do something with that?
Pence: How about “Your Stability”, sir?
Trump: Fine, but what about the genius part?
Jared Kushner: Maybe “Your Geniosity”, sir?
Bannon: I don’t think we have a word for that, sir. I mean, there’s no noun for the state of being a genius.
Pence: Sure there is.  “Geniusness”.  “Geniushood”.
Bannon: Eat dirt, suck-up!  “Geniusness” and “geniushood” both sound terrible.  
Trump: I agree. Who taught you English, Mike? Maybe we should fire you and make Steve vice president.  
Bannon: Good idea, Mr President, sir. I’ll vote for that. 
Trump: If we don’t have a word for the state of being a genius, I can invent one. After all, I’m the president. When you’re the president, you can do anything.
Ivanka: I like “Your Stable Geniosity”, daddy.
Trump: Ivanka is right. “Your Stable Geniosity” it shall be. So let it be written, so let it be done.
All (in unison): Good call, Your Stable Geniosity! Hallelujah and amen!
(Curtain, amid thunderous applause.)
S Tsow