Reality just came face to face with Donald Trump
This has not been a good week for the lord of the lies. On the contrary, it has resembled an Edgar Allan Poe novel. I wonder what our insurrectionist is thinking. I wonder about the rampant paranoia that must be blossoming in the thing we call his brain You see, I am convinced that Donald Trump has a vivid imagination.
In the ravaged sinkhole that is his brain, he perhaps imagines a gentler, kinder world. Perhaps he imagines a world of a brightly colored garden of sycophants and these people cater to his every whim. And they love him — unconditionally.
Trump’s imaginary universe might include simpering creatures who run amok, scampering around telling assolini how great he is. All the time. Every day.
It is a world of imaginary supplicants, of creatures bright and vivid, catering to all of his needs. Thud! That vision must have been shattered with the tapes. Republicans, lies, and tapes. What a brutal way to find out all those “yes” people hate your guts.
Perhaps Donald really thought they loved him. Maybe he believed his own con. In reality, of course, nothing could be further from the truth. Trump is coming face to face with his brutal reality. And that reality is that it was a mirage — all of it.
Donald has nothing inside him to give. And neither do his cowardly supplicants. Oh, they can talk a good game. But in reality — they laugh at him — as everybody else does. Their disgust with him is apparent. And what about the tapes to come? Assolini must surely worry — WHAT IS ON THEM? Who will laugh at him next? What “friend” will reveal themselves as not a friend but a frenemy?
How infuriated he must be. Remember — Donald’s worst fear, his HORROR — is of being laughed at — of being labeled a loser. And there are words out there. These words are floating, ready to be heard by an eager world. Trump must surely be miserable. Welcome to reality, Assolini. It’s been a long time coming.
