Trump has led our country for four years. He’s had ample time to build a wall and have Mexico pick up the tab. He’s had ample time to obliterate Affordable Care and replace it with what he promised…something better and cheaper. He’s had ample time to forge even stronger alliances with our allies than Obama had, and ample time to have initiated infra-structure improvements to highways, bridges, rail and air services. He’s had time to enhance conservation efforts to preserve our natural resources, our parks and recreation areas, our rivers and streams, our mountains and woodlands, our wildlife and greenspaces everywhere, to set aside even more public lands across the country for the benefit and good of our future citizens of tomorrow. He’s had ample time to do all of these things and much more, had he chosen to do so. Yet, he did not.
Instead, he’s preyed on the frightened, old and the infirm, the naïve and the uninformed, who saw the world they had grown up in undergoing change in ways they didn’t understand, a black president, gender identities in crisis and flux, things that frightened them to the extent they feared losing their way until Trump emerged.
For they had learned over time that as their lives were today, and as it had been during all of their yesterdays, and to their utter horror might likely be for all of their tomorrows, life was going to be the same as it’s always been, and their discontent grew to a fury, even as they watched transfixed as he descended the escalator to proclaim himself the messiah who could deliver them from their every grievance, their toils and tribulations, for he was one of them, of their skin color and understood their fears.
And they were awed by the façade he staged for the masses, a façade depicting his success, his achievements as a captain of industry, feeding from an inherited wealth from his father, a contriver of schemes in real-estate, one after another, ultimately failing into six filings for bankruptcy, and yet, he held on to just enough wealth to retain the trappings of wealth and success, jets, and hotels and casinos and limousines and beautiful women and forged famous and infamous acquaintances who had connections that might benefit him in the future.
Those who were enamored of his façade, the trappings of success and his lies in promising to do the same for his fellow citizens of America, they received free, red ballcaps, MAGA hats…” Make America Great Again”, these hats proclaimed in white screen-printed letters across the front, and he said unto them, as they amassed by the thousands to hear the sweet words uttered from the same lips that had told a Hollywood reporter some years before, “And when you’re a star they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.”
It was prophetic, for what he felt he could do to women, he would one day do to the country of his birth, promising his early followers that if only they would take a chance on him, since after all, what did they have to lose?
What he did not tell them was that he already considered them losers to begin with, and suckers if they bought into his line of high-flown rhetoric and hyperbola. He used the same speech patterns time and again with slight variations to repeat the same few glossy pseudo accomplishments, either the work of others or his predecessors, it simply didn’t matter to his masses for once he made the proclamation, it became fact and history in their minds, for he had told them so. He had by slow degrees, managed to turn the party of Abraham Lincoln into a cult of personality that would do as he told them, and believe without question his declarations of an alternative reality, free of restrictive facts and boundaries.
Came the pandemic and at a most inopportune time in Trump’s schedule, six months prior to the 2020 elections. Down the tube went jobs and productivity, ma and pa small businesses were forced to close, positive cases of COVID began to rise across America, and the death knell began to toll throughout the land. The states began to look to Washington and the White House for the leadership that had always risen in times of great national emergency, and alas, Trump told the governors of our United States, “I don’t take responsibility at all.” He said this on March 20, 2020 and today is September 14, 2020, and he was for this one time, true to his words, he has done nothing, as our national death toll this day is over 195,000 American lives.
How this has damaged our country probably won’t be fully understood or measured for a generation or more. Many businesses that were flourishing before the pandemic will never open again, with dreams and fortunes lost to so many forever. And the human cost is immeasurable and might have been lessoned, had we someone leading the country who cared about and believed in, and tried his best to live up to the oath of office he swore to uphold.
But we didn’t, and even now, he shows no remorse, no sense of guilt, nor shame for what he has done and what he’s failed to do. These emotions are simply absent from his character.
Mr. Trump, you lack empathy and humor, two qualities that might have helped you all through life to feel and understand the joys and pain of living, and to grieve with and for others. You have no friends for you are incapable of spiritual love for others. Even your family, your own blood does not trust you, for other than blood and sperm, you have nothing in common with anyone, for you are incapable of being touched by others and do not understand the human hunger to be touched by others.
You are a living, breathing “thing” that awakens each morning into a world you fail to grasp fully, you eat, you urinate and defecate and repeat as needed. The only thing that you really desire is the admiration of others, not because you deserve it or have worked for it, or earned it, but because with it you can do as you please, unhindered by rules or customs or traditions, unabridged, unleashed, unfettered to do what you wish, to whom you wish to do it to, and in a carnal sense, that is enough to appease your emotional and physical appetite.
Astonishingly, the only other matter you spend inordinate time grooming to your priggish satisfaction is your head of hair, or your coiffure if you wish, for in your mind, it’s come to symbolize how you suppose others view you, hence it must fall correctly, the waves must be heroic, the color must be perfect, incredibly, for some reason your hair has become emblematic of who you are to the world, still that dashing 30 something, jet-setting, ever the perpetual bachelor at large, the darling object of all female sexual desires.
Mr. Trump, for over seventy years, you’ve sustained yourself, and year after year, wondered to yourself, for what reason and to what end? Yet, it still puzzles you. You live and yet you’ve never really been born a human being, or found your place among your kind, nor understood Nature, man’s place amidst it, and so existence for you is simply a matter of various excretions which on a nascent level, have occasionally afforded you momentary pleasure. You’ve gone all through life, yet you’ve totally missed the point in showing up in the human race.
Mr. Trump, ironically, as it turns out finally, you are the real loser.