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If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness. —Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
As usual with Donald, the story mattered more than the truth, which was easily sacrificed, especially if a lie made the story sound better.
He simply wanted the free publicity for his brand.
“What the fuck is wrong with them?” she said. “The only time Donald went to
church was when the cameras were there. It’s mind boggling. He has no principles. None!”
I was reminded of every family meal I’d ever attended during which Donald had talked about all of the women he considered ugly fat slobs or the men, usually more accomplished or powerful, he called losers while my grandfather and Maryanne, Elizabeth, and Robert all laughed and joined in.
The things I had thought would disqualify him seemed only to strengthen his appeal to his base.
Donald’s competition in the race was being held to higher standards, just as my father had always been, while he continued to get away with—and even be rewarded for—increasingly crass, irresponsible, and despicable behavior.
The media failed to notice that not one member of Donald’s family, apart from his children, his son-in-law, and his current wife said a word in support of him during the entire campaign.
He may have a long undiagnosed learning disability that for decades has interfered with his ability to process information.
The fact is, Donald’s pathologies are so complex and his behaviors so often inexplicable that coming up with an accurate and comprehensive diagnosis would require a full battery of psychological and neuropsychological tests that he’ll never sit for. At this point, we can’t evaluate his day-to-day functioning because he is, in the West Wing, essentially institutionalized. Donald has been institutionalized for most of his adult life, so there is no way to know how he would thrive, or even survive, on his own in the real world.
His ability to control unfavorable situations by lying, spinning, and obfuscating has diminished to the point of impotence in the midst of the tragedies we are currently facing. His egregious and arguably intentional mishandling of the current catastrophe has led to a level of pushback and scrutiny that he’s never experienced before, increasing his belligerence and need for petty revenge as he withholds vital funding, personal protective equipment, and ventilators that your tax dollars have paid for from states whose governors don’t kiss his ass sufficiently.
The horror of Donald’s cruelty was being magnified by the fact that his acts were now official US policy, affecting millions of people.
It’s weakening our ability to be kind or believe in forgiveness, concepts that have never had any meaning for him.
If he is afforded a second term, it would be the end of American democracy.
If we’re lucky, we have, as infants and toddlers, at least one emotionally available parent who consistently fulfills our needs and responds to our desires for attention.
Symptoms of sociopathy include a lack of empathy, a facility for lying, an indifference to right and wrong, abusive behavior, and a lack of interest in the rights of others.
being totally dependent on his father, who was also likely to be a source of his terror.
His care of his children, such as it was, reflected his own needs, not theirs. Love meant nothing to him, and he could not empathize with their plight, one
of the defining characteristics of a sociopath; he expected obedience, that was all.
His oldest son and namesake received Fred’s attention simply because he was being raised to carry on Fred’s legacy.
Fred was introduced to well-connected politicians and learned through them how to call in favors at the right time, and, most important, chase government money.
As Donald was later alleged to do with Trump Tower and his casinos in Atlantic City, Fred was said to have worked discreetly with the Mob in order to keep the peace.
At the height of his empire’s expansions, he never spent a dime he didn’t have to, and he never acquired debt, an imperative that did not extend to his sons.
Fred’s wealth afforded him the opportunity to live anywhere, but he would spend most of his adult life less than twenty minutes from where he had grown up. With the exception of a few weekends in Cuba with Mary in the early days of their marriage, he never left the country. After he completed the project in Virginia, he rarely even left New York City.