“They’re eating the Trumpers!”
Malignant narcissism is an ever-flowing faucet that floods passers-by with its anger and fury. When innocent bystanders get waterlogged, they usually run like the wind out of the flood zone. Being that we have a senile, pathetic, and useless malignant narcissist taking office, tantrums such as the one I am about to describe will be frequent. They will ALSO be over anything and everything as the narcissistic personality usually spends their days hunting for breadcrumbs of imagined slights to nibble on.
Trump seems to have found one as he went off into crazy land this weekend, shouting on social media about Kamala Harris’s celebrity endorsements. Trump, wallowing in his lack of celebrity endorsements, appeared unhinged and unaware that, as usual, he was making a fool of himself, something that has become the norm for our narcissist from the wacky lagoon.
Trump also insulted Beyonce, Oprah, AND Al Sharpton, whom he referred to as a “con man.” Notice something the three people Trump unloaded on have in common? They’re all black. Shh, yes, Donald Trump’s malignant RACISM is rearing its VERY ugly head. One might think this type of posting may make me angry. Only it doesn’t. I feel no anger as I type these words. What I do feel is sorrow.
Sorrow wells up in me as I contemplate our voting system. Sorrow not enough people chose to make their voices heard by voting. Sorrow that so many lacked the critical thinking skills to recognize who and what this malevolent creature IS. Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, for my beautiful glowing America that this yellow-bellied coward is not in prison right now. Yes, sorrow is what I feel, an icicle that gleams with cold.
However, I also feel hope. Hope springs eternal and makes itself known even in the most difficult times. I feel hope as I look at the rantings of a madman. Because Trump’s presidency is ALREADY falling apart, and the man hasn’t even taken the oath of office yet.
Trump’s faithful little MAGA servants are tearing each other apart. The basement where the lunatics dwell has become its own flood zone for various fight club republican factions who seem content to destroy themselves and their leader’s presidency.
And the cult leader himself? He is angry as ever, stupid as ever, and unaware as ever. So no, I’m not joining the traitor in being engulfed by helpless anger. I do feel satisfaction as I watch the creep-show—ALL OF THEM—go to work destroying each other.
