To realize how dysfunctional the Trump family has been for a long, long time, consider this:
The president’s comments were a far cry from the early days of his relationship with his son. In her memoir, Raising Trump , Ivana Trump, the president’s first wife, said her then-husband reacted to her idea to name their first child “Trump Jr.” by saying, “You can’t do that! What if he’s a loser?”
Trump was worried that his son might be “a loser” and “disgrace his name” while the kid was literally a new-born baby. Think about that.
You don’t develop that level of hatred for your own kids overnight. Trump was made to be this by years of abuse by his own father. Who knows how many generations back this goes?
I’m “mean” for a very simple reason. I HATE you. I HATE you because you are a megalomaniacal narcissist who lacks even a single strand of moral fiber. You lie, cheat, and steal to further your maniacal goals, and you committed sedition and treason because the only thing you care about in this world is YOU. You have absolutely no regard of any kind for the great ideals upon which this democracy was built. Please DIE.
The thread title, along with tRump’s constant whining, reminds me of Bloodhound Gang’s “Why’s Everybody Always Picking on Me?” I believe the answer to his questions can be found at the end of the song: “Cause no one likes you, monkey boy!”
It’s not hatred, it’s fear. Absolute, primal fear that trumps (ha) everything else .
Fear of humiliation, and thus annihilation, because his ego is too weak to cope and he’s dimly aware of it. It’s a very primitive emotion, which doesn’t surface in healthy people unless under extreme pressure. But classic for a cold narcissist like Trump is, and the kind of emotion that leads to either murder or suicide.
Make no mistake, the man lives in an emotional wasteland. If he were less harmful I might sympathize. Read Mary Trump’s first book if you want to know more.
Just my two cents. Late to the party, I know.
Saturn Devouring His Son is a painting by Spanish artist Francisco Goya. It is traditionally interpreted as a depiction of the Greek myth of the TitanCronus (known as Saturn in Roman mythology) eating one of his offspring. Fearing a prophecy foretold by Gaea that predicted he would be overthrown by one of his children, Saturn ate each one upon their birth.[a] The work is one of the 14 so-called Black Paintings that Goya painted directly on the walls of his house sometime between 1819 and 1823.
Yes they do. And if they don’t, they invent them. Love it. And am always a little bit jealous, because Dutch is pretty versatile but less spot on. German can always do it with one word.
Whenever the literary German dives into a sentence, that is the last you are going to see of him till he emerges on the other side of his Atlantic with his verb in his mouth.”
Well if you’re going to bring Twaine into it, you can’t let it go without referencing his definitive work on the matter. (probably my favorite thing he ever wrote )