I no longer lose sleep over the consistently cruel and mean-spirited Donald Trump. He is now, to me, a simple, completely predictable cloddish cartoon without a speck of empathy, respect (except for Adolph Hitler, Benito Mussolini, and Kim Jon Un) or concern for anybody or anything except his wavering bank account and how he can fleece people naïve enough to fatten his bank balance by purchasing his rather embarrassing array of expensive but cheaply made trinkets that undoubtedly make him smile at how stupid his worshipers really are.
His vanity has no limit in his eliciting snide laughs through his insults at decent folks whom he abhors except for their blind financial devotion (and I don’t mean the funny ones that the comic Don Rickles used).
I often wonder how the rest of the “civilized” world sees us Americans when they see and hear the things about which Trump brags in his generally total lack of empathy, generosity, and kindness, which would seem only an embarrassment to him. It makes me wonder too about the terrifying undercurrent of disappointment and rage as they absorb Trump’s complete lack of respect for anyone who isn’t a multimillionaire (which based upon his level of extreme debt is certainly something about which he has nurtured endless lies over many years.
Add to all this seemingly total disrespect for women, all the middle class and impoverished Americans, and one finds in him, instead of the golden calf, a cheap and rusting statue representing the lowest form of useless and deceptive idol, one that is finally beginning to be revealed for what it really is, a phony whose days of being adored by so many is at last coming into focus, the defeated orange relic about whom everything is fakery and illusion. JB