Trump. The worst president ever. AND one of the worst human beings. Clearly, the most sniveling, slime-ball, manipulating con-man to ever stink up the oval office and somehow, even the TV screen. What a disgusting exploiter of everyone for his own sake. What a classic shyster!
I could go on (and on) but I won’t. I will write this short blog only to point out what the pundits, commentators and opinion-writers have failed (so far) to say. Trump is evilly manipulative and exploitative and shamelessly so. He is blatantly and shallowly self serving in everything he does and says. He disgusts me.
From riding the fake-love/sympathy for a little girl with cancer to aligning himself with first responders who acted heroically, from celebrating victory with old veterans over Hitler in WW2 to the release of unfairly incarcerated black people, from applauding ICE officials who deport traffic offenders to empathizing with a little boy picked on because his last name is Trump, the Donald found every which way to ‘reach’ the emotions of Americans and then do a quick ‘switch’ back to him that made him associated with the victim, the hero, the ill and the persecuted. “I am just like them!” Trump rode their story to give him attention. Trump exploited their pain to make him look human. Trump told their story to be the hero. Trump told their story to tell HIS story and did so ruthlessly.
He couldn’t have cared less about them.
He stands for everything I despise. There is nothing about Trump I respect. There is nothing I recognize as decent, right, or even human. He is a pig. Orwell had it: the pigs are in power. But this revolting pig is more evil than most.
“Dave! Aren’t you just a bit over the top?”
No. He is worse than I have stated. I am so repulsed that just thinking about him makes me mad. I have, as they say, Trump Derangement Syndrome. Like Robert DeNiro, I would take the opportunity to punch him in the face. And, if I had time to do it twice, I would. All the time I was punching him, I would be praying for more time.
Con-men tell people lies but read and feel the room, read and feel the mood, read and feel the people as they do it. They are like surfers who can catch even the smallest of waves and then move with that. They are like comedians who, with a slight inflection, a tone, a facial expression can convey their point – but comics do it to make the audience laugh. Trump does it to build rapport and trust, like a con-man. It is why he so often goes off-script – if he sensed a moment, felt a communication, saw a connection, he will build on it to gain support. He’ll say anything to get what he wants. He’ll use anyone to get what he wants. He’ll exploit anything to get what he wants. And it was all exposed and revealed on high definition TV last night. He posed. He pandered. He lied. He danced and he pranced. And he said the things that people wanted to hear. And he meant none of it.
He’d shoot a person on Fifth Avenue, jail children, ignore victims of catastrophe, destroy the planet, offend his allies and claim accomplishments not his. He is the deplorable-in-chief, the head of a family that makes the Corleones look good. He is the worst.