Heil to the chief was a bit of a stinker
Is it advancing dementia, tertiary syphilis, the echo chamber of the MAGA cult¹ or a psychosis formed from daddy Fred’s demeaning abuse that has the bloviating, tangerine buffoon wanting to believe he is widely adored?
Every interaction is described as a “deal”. From Trump branding on the grift du jour to the shakedown of Ukraine for access to rare earths to Melania’s limit of one wristy per month.
All trappings must be gilded – Trump Sneakers, gold toilets, pimping the Oval Office into the gaudy despot kitsch of his Trump Tower penthouse.
Perhaps these are the two defining manifestations of Trump’s offal bucket of personality defects. The craving for attention, the tedious braggadocio masking his insecurities, the torching of all proprieties, a puerile vulgarian belittling any transgressors of Trumpism or the critics of his ludicrous twaddle…
“… if one cannot have love, one resorts to respect. And when respect is unavailable, one resorts to fear.” (The ‘Shared Psychosis² of Donald Trump and His Loyalists. Scientific American.)
An industry has grown up to try to explain the aberration that is the bloated Caligula. That’s in parallel to a complicit media that sane washes and normalises him. Now Trump’s execrable big birthday bash rudely illustrates how he deceives himself vs how the non-MAGA world sees him.
No bearskins and crimson tunics, no sabres drawn, no prancing, jet black stallions, no choreographed routines of massed, compulsory public devotion, no serried ranks of goose-stepping, chisel-jawed Schutzstaffel, banners aloft and torches aflame. Instead, there was Tupperware party numbers shuffling along in combat fatigues looking as though they’d rather be having their nutsacks put through a mangle. Trump’s “losers and suckers” are compelled to display fealty to a draft dodging coward while accompanied in part by Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Fortunate Son which “speaks to the unfairness of class and the children of the wealthy being able to avoid the draft” .
On the reviewing stand a clearly decrepit grandpa Trump came close to nodding off. Chief bender Pete Hegseth wondered if he could sneak a pull from his hip flask of 1792 Full Proof, Marco Rubio yawned and Melania fantasised about the 3rd infantryman from the left standing to attention in her private quarters.
