We're three days in, and Trump and his minions have lurched from one unforced error to another. Shutting down the Department of the Interior's Twitter feed because it showed the small size of the inauguration crowd, having a plagiarized Styrofoam cake at the reception, blatantly lying in an appearance for the CIA's weekend crew, and doing it in front of the most sacred spot at Langley, to having your lickspittles lie repeatedly to the media and being called out on it by Chuck Todd, of all people.
In my job, I do a lot of feather-smoothing, it just goes with the territory. There are diplomatic ways of doing things, and ways of acknowledging disappointment without looking like a raving loon. For example, this is what Trump, Spicer, and Company should have said: "Sure, we're disappointed with the turnout, but it was rainy day, and that had a depressing effect on turnout." and MOVE ON. Instead, they're getting into arguments with people who buy ink by the barrel.
I'm afraid that when they have to deal with a real crisis, this bunch will fail spectacularly and with tragic consequences. I hope I'm wrong about that.