Yesterday Trump sat for an interview with Scott Pelley on 60 Minutes. The big story seems to be the release of details concerning Trump's tax plan, which he published earlier today. For those of you who make less than $25K per year (or married people who together make less than $50K per year), Trump will replace your income tax paperwork with a single sheet that reads "I win," which you will then have to send off to the IRS, assuming you can afford the stamp.

But I don't want to talk about the madness and infeasibility of his tax reform. I want to talk about how weak he looked during the interview, and why this looking weak is such a wonderful development.

During the interview, Trump "fires back" at Pelley a lot, but he constantly seems unsure of himself, hunched up, a Beta figure to Pelley's dismissive Alpha stance. (Chuck Todd tried to adopt Pelley's posture with Trump on Meet the Press earlier this year, but Pelley's got age, a more authoritative voice, and the absence of a goatee .)

When Pelley told Trump that he can't just singlehandedly rip up the NAFTA agreement, Trump said, "Scott we need fair trade...Not free trade. We need fair trade. It's gotta be fair." Right after he says "we need fair trade" you can see him pull back, wonder if he actually believes the words that are coming out of his mouth, and then continue on still a little unsure, opting to end with a platitude about "fairness" in general. Throughout the interview, Trump hunches his shoulders, allows himself to be cut off, and even throws a tantrum about journalists telling "lies" about him.

But the most damning moment for me was when Trump gave 60 Minutes a little tour of his campaign HQ, which is located a few floors beneath Trump's private office.

The whole crew walks into an office space that's as gutted and hollow as Trump himself. Big PVC pipes run along the ceiling. Painted concrete walls form a bleak canvas for weird posters. One such poster displays portraits of all the former Presidents of the United States; another one features Trump's face and reads "Do Your Job," a tyrannical command to the two people you can see working.

Trump defended his digs like a smarmy slumlord, saying that the office workers enjoyed "high ceilings," but you can tell that he's a little embarrassed by his HQ. He knows it's bad. When Pelley looks around the campaign office and asks him if he's ready for the hard work to come, you can see on Trump's face that he isn't. He's not at all set up to handle anything like a national campaign for the presidency.

The interview confirmed that Trump's greatest strength—his strong personality—is also his greatest weakness. So the moment that he seems weak, the moment his popularity begins to wane, he's finished. Considering the polls coming out that show Carson tied with Trump, his sub-par performance in the second debate, and signs of weakness in this interview, it looks like this may be the moment that begins Trump's slow decline.

While watching Pelley bend Donald Trump over his knee and spank the doublespeak out of him, I noticed a photo that flashed up on the screen of Trump standing next to his father, Frederick Christ Trump Jr., aka Fred Trump. For some reason, it was hard for me to believe that Trump had a father. I just assumed that he fell out of escrow, or was the biological product of a botched financial transaction.

But no. He had an angry, hard-ass father who, according to Pelley in the interview, told Trump to "Attack, attack, attack" his whole life. This sent me down a wild Wikipedia rabbit hole, in which I learned a few fun wiki-facts about Trump's past:

• Fred Trump Jr. was the son of Frederick Trump, who moved to Seattle in 1891, where he started a restaurant / brothel named the Poodle Dog. During his time in Seattle, he Anglicized his given name, "Drumph," to "Trump."

• To capitalize on miners headed up to the Yukon for GOOOOLLLLDDD, Trump the Eldest started to manage the Arctic Restaurant and Hotel in Bennett, BC, which advertised "Fresh Oysters in Every Style," and also "Elegantly Furnished Private Boxes for Ladies and Parties." His business reportedly "shared space with opium dens and brothels."

• Scared he was about to get busted for prostitution, Drumph ran back to Germany. The Deutsch gave him the boot after they discovered that he'd left the country in the first place to dodge taxes and obligatory military service.

• He returned to New York City, where he worked as a barber and began to invest in real estate in Queens. Thus, Trump Enterprises was born.