I do not believe Donald Trump has been broken by his irrefutable failures as President. I believe he was flawed at birth and, quite possibly, born soul-less.
That he grew (small emphasis on grew) to become the adult version of the jaundiced, one-eyed sociopath he’d been as a child; and whose pathology was coddled, nurtured and cultivated by an equally sociopathic father.
I believe his successes (or rather, the illusion of it) was predicated on and made possible by the collective mass delusion of a select majority of white males who believed his wealth and his whiteness was synonymous with rightness and (by virtue) their own likeness. In essence, it is the same moral hypocrisy upon which this nation was founded, along with the self-aggrandizing (and nauseating) ideology of white male superiority that has always and continues to enable him and men like him.
That said; I both applaud and commend my fellow Americans who continue to hold onto the hope, dream and belief that this nation will one day become the embodiment of the self-evident truths — that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness — to which it has alway laid claim.
And I will both stand (or kneel when necessary), with those who are pro-actively committed to the realization of that end.
It is due to their efforts that Trump has now found himself standing flat footed, clueless, bare-assed naked and virtually alone at the top of the hill in the middle of a Little Big Blow Horn of his own making.
Sadly, the only thing I can think of saying as the arrows of karmic justice launched almost two and a half centuries ago begin to descend is, “It’s gonna’ be yuge!”
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