The only question in my mind is, if in that moment, Trump thought he was telling his (c.f., “the”) truth. The truth that must be true, that he must believe as an article of existence. Of course Mitch loves me, everybody loves me, I’m the greatest, I’m bigly. Believe me!
My gut says yes, because the thing he is most sure of (on his “good days”) is that he is the best, most popular, winningest winner president to ever win.