Down goes Donald Trump
I have a few words to say about the Jury’s decision to hit Donald Trump with a stunning amount he must pay in damages to E. Jean Carroll. Trump has to pay $83.3 million in damages. That’s — that’s HUGE. E. Jean Carroll had a smile on her face as she departed the court. I don’t blame her.
But what I want to talk about are the effects of this verdict on Donald Trump’s psyche. These effects will be bad — and I think they will be almost equal to going to prison which he will do at some point as well. You see, my friends, as I’ve mentioned in other articles, Donald Trump DOES have a soulmate, does have someone he loves, desperately, intensely, and madly.
This love of Donald’s has visited him often, a moonlit love, a translucent shadow, always hovering before him, in the dark of night, in light, whispering to him, in such ways as he cannot and never has been able to resist. That love is money.
It is extremely difficult for me, dear readers, to think of ANYTHING Trump loves more than money. Or anything else, he loves at all. But this — this love of his is departing. It has now become a specter, a fading ghost, vanishing before his very eyes; his love is leaving him permanently.
Donald Trump is running out of money. Oh, the sadness of the spurned lover, Trump! Oh the madness of the greedy one who for years spent much time nurturing his soulmate, guarding it with an iron fist, and now — before his very eyes — it slips from him to fade into the night.
