Perhaps you’ve noticed that super-aggressive, line-cutting, loud-mouthed buffoons too often get their way while, counter to a sage Biblical reference, the meek and mild get jack-shit.
Speaking truth to power usually gets the truth-speaker shouldered out of the way. That’s how it works if the powerful one does not like what he or she hears. Outta my way, loser.
Speaking of loud-mouthed buffoons, what prosthetic balls Donald Trump has. A man of great invention but peewee imagination, Trump has redefined experience to suit his role as the monarch of all humanity, King Donald. As he shoulders “losers” out of his way, he is often met with timidity and well-measured responses that lose the day. Even though he claims status as a “stable genius,” he in fact isn’t, droning his waspishness daily. Infamously, he has derogatory names for all the people whom he belittles—“Quid Pro Joe” for Biden, “Mini Mike” for Bloomberg, “Crooked Hillary” for Hillary Clinton, “Slimeball Comey” for James Comey, “Al Frankenstein” for Al Franken, “Fat Jerry” for Jerry Nadler, “Pencil Neck Schitt” for Adam Schiff, and scores more insulting tags. A shameful bully, Trump proves daily that he is an awful person and an even worse president. Disagree with him, criticize him, and he loads hurtful barbs that he announces with impunity. He is not ashamed and finds it impossible to ever say, “I’m sorry.” Because he isn’t and never will be. His normal response to a significant challenge is to file a lawsuit.
How did this stinker become our president? Nearly half the voters saw fit to select a man who can’t spell well, doesn’t read anything beyond stock market quotations, grabs women by their naughty bits, cheats on business deals, is unashamedly a misogynist (even to the point of agreeing with Howard Stern when he referred to Ivanka as “a piece of ass.”), brags about damn near everything, and wastes taxpayers’ time tweeting and playing golf. To date he has claimed that he is the world’s leading expert on drones, ISIS, law, courts, lawsuits, construction, money, higher education, borders, technology, among just about any other subject known to humanity. He brags that he is richer, smarter, more aware, better informed than anyone anywhere. No person in the history of world, he claims, can surpass him in anything. In short, he’s a nutcase (to use his preferred insult of others).
I ask again, how did this stinker become president? And what does one do to counter the behavior of perhaps the most shameful political bully since Joe McCarthy?
In his book Trump on the Couch: Inside the Mind of the President, Dr Justin A. Frank, a former Clinical Professor of Psychiatry at the George Washington University Medical Center, concludes that the president has an erotic attachment to his daughter and a fixation with feces and dirt. Sounds about right, doesn’t it? Sex and dirt. One does not need a couch and a degree in psychiatry to see the gaping flaws of this man who defines the role of a narcissist.
Norman Vincent Peale officiated Trump’s first marriage and likely had a strong influence in molding Donald’s beliefs in prosperity gospel and the power of positive thinking, even if that thinking is far wide of truth. Go ahead, big guy, inflate the truth so much that it no longer relates to anything that is verifiable. And then take it even further into the realm of lies that only you believe. Only you. And maybe a few other nutcases.