There’s a certain type of person who receives a warped idea of what truth is from their early childhood on.
Obviously,tragically, Donald Trump is that certain type of person.
Well, tragically, I say, only because where there was such a possibility of a decent human being, that instead grew up to be a dishonest mean cheap fraud of a decent human being, and we all now have to live with the consequences of such a rotten human being influencing such a large part of our lives.
It’s that possibility of decency unfulfilled that is the tragedy.
Trump’s entire conversation…. The conversation that summarizes his life…. Is one of early childhood hurts, insufficiencies and a warped kind of admiration or need on the part of his obviously twisted parents, so that the normal healthy caring kind of love a parent should feel for their child was clearly,never present…..they needed him to be perfect, and of course, no child ever is…but these elder trumps needed their little Donnie to be some sort of perfect exemplar …their shining knight, one whose reflected light they fully needed to be the beneficiaries of….poor little baby Donnie never stood a chance, and we are now forced to live in the decaying light of that same destroyed child.
Like some normal human, little Donnie Trump was infected early on, bathed, if you will, in a toxic mixture of rancid needy energy that shaped him….or rather misshaped him, into some semblance of a human, with
just enough little tricks to make him appear normal or legitimate, but whose entire affect is so definitively “off”, so very wrong, so essentially warped, that he is like a character out of the dark side of a gothic horror story.
Donald j. Trump is evil, but he has just enough of the traits of a seeming real hearty human to make his tricks appear benign…he was trained to be a cheap used car salesman from early on, and that little poorly shaped monster, that little Donnie boy, grew up and despite his expensive tailors making him the just right suits and ties to wear, he never outgrew what always lurks beneath those suits: a shabby plaid clad clown with the recognizable grin of false sincerity and definitive nastiness….he is the stuff that nightmares are made of, and it all started with that unavoidable conversation that occurs between parents and their child….but this particular conversation began with a lie that set Donnie on his destructive road to our shared Hell.
They lied when they said they loved him.
Because what they did was need him…need him to repair some deep injury in their crippled souls.
They gave him all that glittered, but it was cheap rotten discounted gilding paint that dressed up the truth of their needy lies…much the way Donald J. Trump dressed up his proclaimed palatial residence with discounted
luxury facades….a gold toilet, the perfect metaphor.
Donald J.Trump is that fake gold toilet.
When any conversation begins with a lie, like the faulty roots of any growing thing, the center will not hold…chaos will ensue.
That chaos is now what we are forced to live through.
And it all began with the lies his mother told him….the falsehoods his father instilled in him.
Poor little Donnie rich boy…..but…and we all know this…not truly rich at all.
He is actually living in a gutter of self loathing and unquenchable despair.
Those of us who are not in his thrall of deceit and constant truth shifting know the actual truth: he is a total lie, from the insides of his fat diseased body, to the shell of his fake orange self.
It’s best that he be put out of his …and our….misery.
Relegated to the pathetic trashy slum of historic mistakes…
(P.S…another infuriating no show for a partner this week….how sad)
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